One Word

River, I give you this word:
Manifest.

Wash it away,
take it from me.
The strings, like a
marionette's between my pride
and this word
are ready to be cut.

Seeing You

I see you.
All the parts.
Even the ones you
don't think you show.
I feel
I hear
your soul
talking to me
revealing
the essence of
who you are.

Too Much Enough

He says, on the buffet line,
especially those really big
ones, like in
Las Vegas,
"My eyes are bigger than
my stomach!"
as he carries
a plate piled
high with food.

Ode to a River

She changes everything
she touches and,
everything she touches,
changes.
She chooses her path,
oh mighty River,
always moving in
constant flow,
persistant 'blood'
of the earth.

Oh, Water.
She shapes her chosen
path.
Molds it to her desires
while also moving with
the desire of Earth.
Perfect harmony of
Earth and Water,
balance of force and
allowance.

I am reminded that
every moment
I choose my path.
Whether I allow
circumstance
to
force my will
or
create what I desire
myself,
there is a choice.
And,
everything is changed
in the choosing.

There is a constant,
Oh, the beautiful River
tells me.
Of course, so cliched
you'd think the constant is
change.
But really,
this sacred River reveals
her secret to me:
"The constant is
the choosing."

I hear your whisper
and your roar
in my sleep
and waking dreams.
Your trickles and
rush of watersong
whisper stories that
bubble up from
deep in the Earth.
You rise,
you fall,
ebb and flow.
You choose your path
and then harmoniously
shape the world
accordingly.

Oh raging, gentle, sacred River...
you touch me and
I have changed.

Emerald Lake

Listening carefully through
the
whispers of winds and
chatter of travelers.
Through the calls of
birds seeking a mate
and
footsteps on the rocks,
I hear what's underneath.

Sweet Embrace of Freedom

Sweet embrace of the
warm waters
Both holding me safe and
Cleansing my soul.

Skype Poetry On The Fly

He was prompt
to stir
incite
and spur me on.
Humor is joy
to stimulate in times
of stress and
maintain the balance
like an egg on
the equinox.

Infinity

Abundant love I receive.
I receive with
abundant love.
I am filled up
like a cup
beyond capacity.

A Rebirth

I am the newborn child,
single in focus from
wakefulness again to sleep.

Wanting

Just me,
the cat,
and a pile of pillows.
I lay alone in bed
tonight.

The Traincar

I touch the walls of this old
wooden traincar.
My hand feeling first the
roughness of wood
from another time and place.
My feet standing where

Love in that Moment

Spontaneously connecting
To this feeling
of being
in love with all that you are.
My muse,
my love,
my future,
my fantasies come true
and through
the you
be inside and around me.
Hearts filled with joy,
fulfilled each and every
day,
each and every
way.
Connected through time,
sublime,
divine, aligned,
our love shines.

(Written, 4/8/07)

Ruminations Upon Sipping Tea - a Collection of poems

Harmony
on bird's wings
delicate balance
the body and
all its parts
created by the divine
to work together.

Whispers

The ghost of your affection
remains
in my soul.
The touch
of your lips
on mine.
Your dark,
sleepy gaze, through
the thickness of
unspoken desires
between us,
watches me.

Brushed Aside

Sometimes,
I feel brushed aside,
swept under the rug,
left there, forgotten.

Fire Haiku

gentle warmth rising,
tiny spark from my insides.
blazing passion. Love.

The Dance of the Serpents

I dance with a serpent in my dreams.
When the veils are thin
between now
and the hidden parts of my mind.
He is my teacher,
my guide,
a messenger from my ancestors
bidding me forth
into unknown realms.

2012 Vision: Spirit Enlightened Ambition Changing the World

Spirit has been waiting for me.

She dances around playfully
with her all-knowing look.
"Glad you decided to stop by,"
she says,
"Now, are you ready
to wake back up
and pay attention?"

Calling Forth

I am being called forth
just outside my reach.
You, Spirit, are waiting
for me.
And I,
I can see you in the distance
through the clouded veils
of my own perceptions.

What Can I Say?

Staring at this blank page,
I wonder what I want to say.
What' that thought
or image
rattling around inside?
What is ready to release.....