carry me

carry me 
as i carry you.
 
don't be afraid to be seen
it is me they see in you.
 
you serve me in your shine and smile
trust me

this is sacred activism to let me be seen in you
 
the body is love and beloved.
this is my world and you walk in me.

moonspeak musing

being fed by moon light
my life reflects her wonder
rolling through the night sky
seen and unseen
self illuminating bodies still exist in the world
they shine through the branches
under the canopy
below the radar of those who sleep
speaking a light language
which would you choose?
words fail in the brilliance of love's true voice.

petal magic

People long for the petal magic of springtime
For their own softness to come back to life
I’m drinking violet petaled water today
And remembering to say thank you.

spring morning

i woke up early this morning
the birds and the green grass
are singing
the buds of the lilies of the valley
are swelling.

for giving we receive

in forgiving, I receive.
in wanting more than what is,
I feel empty.

when forgiving occurs
by grace,
I receive.
there are no words for what is received.

I feel the hollow hallowed reed space of this body,
being breathed
into the song of myself.




dear Walt, these last words came naturally out of myself which is also you.

So U Write

Love is the proof
The litmus test.

I didn’t remember its feel.
I looked out there,
Searching to touch it.

According to the map that I carried
nothing matched,
the location couldn’t be found or fixed.

She caught me in her dark embrace
And held me till I could see the light
to trust 
not outside, not wavering
But through and through
From the center point of myself.

All roads lead to and issue from here, now.