Shaping Conversations

to make a point
we speak in circles
as words fall out of line
unable to pick sides

Forgiveness

carved in sand
the scars run deep
waves hold hands in the distance

Ecstasy

the softest breeze
my petals shiver
i keep the window open

Change

fingers curl around stones
to greet the land
and meet the sea

the stones dream of a river

Nausea

eating moments
without pause
I want to throw up

P.P.D.

thoughts can kill
a newborn hope
breathing without fear

On Acceptance

the leaf
flutters in the wind
and asks not
why she is dancing

On Trust

sleep no thoughts
the empty cup
is filled with morning's answer

inspired by Dogen

Answers and Questions

If I only had one day, I would tell you this.

My husband has an arm span wide enough too carry his loved ones and the truth to heights of new perspective.

My Mother’s heart is as soft as her skin. She is a river that flows to pain and buries the stones in the depths of her love.

My daughter’s eyes reflect the details of circumvented moments. One playback look and I see what I’ve missed.

Unfortunately, most of us have many days to hoard like we do money. We save them till the time is right to spend. The time is now and love is free.

Then why do I make it so hard?

Blame

angry thoughts
burn the mind
and bleed the heart
of love

reach for the sun
the shadows behind me
the door to forgiveness
in flames

I am

I am grateful for the pain
the headaches and backaches
the nausea and fatigue
the cancer that feasts
on my body’s fear

I am grateful for the insights

I am a wave
crashing into my mirrors
or receding away
when I cannot look

one day I will flow freely
alongside the others
haloed with sunlight
divinities of our destiny

I am grateful for my turn

Sleeping with Crickets

singing beating
earth summer night
sleeping with crickets
dreaming of peace