THE STORY OF YOUR ABANDONMENT
I want to tell you a story. This one's called abandonment. Abandonment is what many of us have experienced in our life at one time or another. Much of the world carries this wound somewhere in our psyches, in our bodies... Sometimes we try to hide it. But like all our wounds, this one cannot be hidden. It shows up [...]
WHAT DOES HAPPINESS LOOK LIKE?
What does happiness look like? I want to know Does the sun always shine bright behind the clouds? What is behind the darkness that has settled over my heart? Is it temporary too...as they say all things are? What is temporary? I want to know. Is temporary measured in hours or days or years or seasons? Is it constant? Does it come and [...]
WE ARE THE HURT AND WOUNDED
We are the hurt and wounded... We carry our scars in our bellies and thighs, And in those downcast eyes, That hesitate to meet another's. We long for something. We search and find comfort in many places, All the wrong places, Disguised like all the right places. Filling our bellies with food, Our credit card with debt, Our homes full of [...]
I’M HERE TO REMEMBER AND RE-MEMBER
I wrote this poem a few years ago when I was doing a lot of personal healing work of my own and feeling very confused about my life purpose and why I was here. It speaks to what we are really here to do with our life. You might read and hear this poem in the voice of your children [...]
AT THE CROSSROADS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
This little poem came to me in quick spurts. It's a another one of those shower poems. I often get inspiration for poetry in the shower. Probably because the water is so grounding that my busy mind is still and relaxed for inspiration to enter. It's about a meeting of the self with the higher self, the soul, consciousness or [...]
WILD PLACES
In the land of scorn, I am the unwelcome one. Seeking an open door, a crack; A smile.
HUNGER WITHOUT A NAME
This hunger that comes unannounced, Has no proper name... It’s a deep scraping in the throat A hollowness, Stretching of the insides With no beginning or end
THE INVITATION
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear
I’M ON A SPEEDING BULLET TRAIN
I am on a speeding Bullet Train Destination Past and Present But the driver is lost Train’s out of control Where it stops, No one here quite knows!
FORGOTTEN DREAMS
What If, If you came home one day, To find guilt living in your home! Wearing your clothes, Sleeping in your bed, Pretending to live your life, What are you to do?
FIND AWARENESS QUICK!
This thing called Awareness, It’s precious, subtle, scared and soft. Trust it, love it, worship it and keep it safe! Make it your friend!