Words

Words

  Keeping my eyes open to the pain of our society makes my heart strong; I return to the new day with a force as mighty as the love of a thousand mothers.   Our silence is white noise: Soap bubbles of empty joy. Globalized indifference.   I am being used by grief, I...
Her Part in the Mystery

Her Part in the Mystery

Sweet little plunks into consciousness, then a whisp of forgetfulness and I am sailing the ripples of thought creating itself. I am full now. Filled by life, filled by hope again, and by the creations in my womb that reach for the dawn every morning. I am silently...
Autobiography

Autobiography

So fully have I stepped into a life I created in my mind’s eye, a life that I called to out loud, singing and dancing on roof tops, for this life, I burned prayers and dipped my hair in the Ganges, for this life I built small rock towers near temples in Kyoto, for...
Gratitude Is Fierce

Gratitude Is Fierce

Laugh with me! At our perpetual transgressions of love. Now grab a chance to exhale, Let the breath fall out of your lungs so that your heart has room again to breath. Does this invite you, Oh Great Mother, To enjoy the arm chair listening that you have always wanted?...