Published in Scribe

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The Soul in Your Eyes

A lifetime of love — These eyes are tired, blurred with fond remembrance, the haze of summer days when we raced together, fingers and hearts intertwined, through golden stalked fields and determined dreams. These eyes are fading, the substance subsiding, changing, nothing more to see that has not been lovingly seen, as we travel more slowly into infinite direction, the light around us growing dim.

Poetry

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Poetry

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The Soul in Your Eyes

A lifetime of love

These eyes are tired,
blurred with fond remembrance,
the haze of summer days
when we raced together,
fingers and hearts intertwined,
through golden stalked fields
and determined dreams.

These eyes are fading,
the substance subsiding,
changing,
nothing more to see
that has not been lovingly seen,
as we travel more slowly
into infinite direction,
the light around us
growing dim.

Oh, that I could see clearly once more
to gaze upon the soul in your eyes,
call your name
and quell the need in my heart
to touch your skin
to lie with you again,
to see and feel
the solid sureness of this life,
until soil is thrown
and we ourselves are dust.

Thank you for joining me here.

Published in Blue Insights

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Sacred Exchange

A Poem of Unexpected Joy — A knock at the front door brought me out of my morning’s search for inspiration and into opportunity. You were in need and so was I. Just at the right moment, you were there, offering to open my heart. I was not looking for this magic, but it came, from your willingness to ask, and my willingness to answer. A sacred exchange, bringing tears of joy to us both.

Poetry

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Poetry

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Sacred Exchange

A Poem of Unexpected Joy

A knock at the front door
brought me out of my morning’s search for inspiration
and into opportunity.
You were in need
and so was I.
Just at the right moment,
you were there, offering
to open my heart.
I was not looking for this magic,
but it came,
from your willingness to ask,
and my willingness to answer.
A sacred exchange,
bringing tears of joy
to us both.

Published in Scribe

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This Precious Life

A daily reflection in poetry — At last, this day’s list of myriad tasks are checked off, folded, and put in the drawer. It was an uphill struggle when the defiant laundry pile nearly left the basket balanced on my right hip as I thumped downstairs. …

Gratitude

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Gratitude

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Published in Scribe

·Dec 5, 2021

Do You Know Your Heart?

Returning to your inner wisdom — Do you know your heart? Does it speak surely to you in daylight’s bright dream, quicken with quiet joy in your soul’s reflection? Can you hear its silken whisper, reassuring and kind? Do you know your heart? Does it listen with love as your brain mutters madly, answer your breathless cry for…

Self Love

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Self Love

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Published in Scribe

·Jul 31, 2021

This Is the Time

Calling all sisters in transformation — I reach out with roots underground to stand fast and feel the sisterhood, the realization that this is the time, now that blood is past and life-burnished self is smiling back in the mirror, eyes ablaze, to come together in a mind of magic, the spell of somnambulance broken, our softened flesh holding wisdom and wonder and the power of real purpose. This is the time when action must replace longing.

Women

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Women

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This Is the Time

Calling all sisters in transformation

I reach out with roots underground
to stand fast and feel the sisterhood,
the realization that this is the time,
now that blood is past and life-burnished self
is smiling back in the mirror, eyes ablaze,
to come together in a mind of magic,
the spell of somnambulance broken,
our softened flesh holding wisdom and wonder
and the power of real purpose.

This is the time
when action must replace longing.

Thank you for joining me here.

Published in Scribe

·May 21, 2021

Dance the Frequency of the Universe

Surrendering to your heart — I am awash in inspiration, a cascade of images, feelings and sounds, coming too fast to grasp. Taken by the swirling landscape, becoming no longer just me, but greater than me, a force, enhanced and expanded flowing into my cells, my DNA, wherever illumination is needed. Part of me aches…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Published in Scribe

·Apr 28, 2021

Inner Vision

Visit the world of knowing inside yourself — I have been in the desert too long, mumbling and seeing things that are not there. Awaking to sameness, a walking shell, repeating questions without answers, but treading on, as if there were something, anything, else on the horizon — a place where I can recognize myself. Now going inward…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Published in Scribe

·Apr 19, 2021

Leap

Courage for change — This is the place of reckoning, the time to reveal who you are, for your dreams demand this pivotal moment. What can propel you beyond? The journey rests in your courageous hands. Dare to do what you are resisting, for bravery’s reward holds magic. Knock on the door to answer its beckoning…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Published in Literary Impulse

·Apr 18, 2021

Mind Shadow #1

Unexplained memories — I see this place often in my mind. I am four years old, and dressed in my school uniform – a grey, pleated wool skirt with a white cotton shirt and a burgundy wool blazer, scratchy grey wool tights and buster brown tie ups. I am alone, standing beside an…

Poetry

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Poetry

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Published in Literary Impulse

·Apr 13, 2021

Untitled

What’s in a name? — I cannot put a name to the result of a sacred act that does not belong to me — this attempt, weakly describing the pure essence of art, in a word or two. You see, the art is in the making, in the experience, and it is risky at best to try to…

Poetry

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