Beauty Of A Day

I wake up
to the GIFT this day can be.
Preparing myself for the
unwrapped mysteries that may
come my way.

Once In A Lifetime All Over

Can I ever have exactly that again?
You know, that feeling that fluttered my insides
from the very first time
you caught my eye?

The rich tapestry our lives have woven,
over so many years of joys,
through some of the times of hardship.
We've seen it all together.

Friendship Circle

I thank you dear friend,
For all you were, are and have yet to be.
I thank you dear friend,
For crying with me.... and laughing too.
I thank you dear friend,
For creating space for me to be,
to live, to learn, to explore;
That's so important to me.

Two Quick Thoughts

I fear
to hear
the rhythm of
my own heart.
Tick-tocking,
walking,
leading the way.
Speaking,
reaching.....
I fear.

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I intend
not to pretend
to the end.
To live,
To love,
To give.
I intend.



(SFG, 2005)

Yellow Curry

Do my insides change color
when I eat yellow curry?
Is the bubble gum still there
from when I swallowed it in first grade?
What of my life sticks to the insides,
changes it around or turns it colors.

Spirit Jewels

God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight
dawned on me.

Spirit Jewels fall from the sky,
through my third eye,
settling into the cells of my soul.

Cooler Word Play

Created from a steamy set of magnet poetry on my fridge:
(so yes, I guess I have written before!)

Naughty boy,
come have me.
Your naked touch kissing my inside,
caresses all over in sweet orgasm.

A Piece of Trust

I'm letting myself be tenderized
by the "yes" and "no" of loving.

The course salts sting my heart upon contact, burning.
And yet, softening me to open for what may come
next and next and next.

A Different View

Challenge: write something that includes a word chosen by each person in the group. Use most if not all.
Words: hawk, precision, joyful, flamboyant, voluptuous, crazy, sarcastic, healing, sublime.

With hawk-eye precision,
I view from above
within and without myself.
When removed and looking down
at this crazy, sublime thing called life,
What do I know?
What do I really, really know?

Inspiring Poem

So, here is the poem that is now this blog's namesake:

Spirit has brought me to this place once again.
A crossroads of being, of "Who am I"?
Between the sun and moon, ocean, lagoon.
A moment of stillness before the everflowing,
evercycling changes move again.

What does the sun say as he sets,
his warmth slowly fading from skin into the redness of twilight?