Saturday, April 28, 2018


Within the land
Of the Condor
And the Temple
Of Light

Lies a portal to
The Other Side
A connection of
Left and Right

Flowing with Wisdom
Needed Now
As separation shatters
This sphere

An invitation of Welcome
For those who are
Called Here

Be confident and
Without Doubts
For the purpose of

A frequency of
Supported in many

Children of the Sun
To the Hearts of the

Monday, August 21, 2017


The Sun and Moon -
legendary Lovers
in an exquisite turnabout dance.

Shadow and Light
turning Day in to Night
for a moment.

A chill became the air
and it strangely filled
with pause, as if

reckoning with the grave,
and the never-would-be Truth
of Life without Light.

This Cosmic alignment -
an opportunity to realign
with the Great Offering of humanity.

Saturday, March 12, 2016


Riding the Sky
You and I -

We meet the poems of Life
astride the Night.

I become the longing
and am cast free

the cords of the past -
even our past.

I rectify.
Feel. .

Thursday, February 18, 2016


A compass pointing
to my Infinite Self -
fueled by lighting the candle


by prayers of sound and silence
and the turning over of
my Center place -

          Heart! -

to the deep, precious Mystery
that sends long poems to me
if I sit attentively.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Silent Night

The silence dawns on my heart
shining light into its inner chambers -

like a perfectly aligned solstice sun
illuminating the walls of an ancient temple.

Suddenly, the Tender Ones,
who've been asleep for days, or years,

begin to wake and stir and stretch.
Sensing the opportunity alive

they reach for the door
and show their sweet, unruly heads.

Some of them haven't really been sleeping.
They play asleep while the grown up looks,

and whisper and sing in the night to the stars
hoping the boomerang of Truth will return as starlight.

And it does return in this soundless moment.
A song of grief and praise and longing.

A loneliness so deep it both
soothes and separates at once.

Undulating beauties with sweet siren songs,
they draw me into my own Death -

into togetherness and solitude,
Life and Remembrance -

as the Holy Nights approach.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Eagle Trail

Walking with you
in a loop at dusk,

we bow before the

the bent-overs
and the uprights,

the prismatic palette
of golds and browns,

the wistful late winter light
as it splashes the sky

red and royal
for a heart day feast.

There is no time here
or why, only the deep Now

that Destiny provides
with her wise, sly smile

as we follow
and she walks us Home.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Butterfly (Chthonic Woman)

This woman wants
power and shine.

Radiantly alive,
dangerous wide.

Full body living -
all of me seen and given.

Unfurling the energy of Creation,
Man takes a stand of reverence.

Primal energy awakened
in this birth of my own ecstasy.

Inevitably beautiful
and full of Beauty.

This Mystery inside me -
a cascade of energy contained.

Right now.

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Reverberating Yes.

And generosity to hold his tenderness -
and meeting again on Earth.