Category: Poetry

  • A Convocation of Saints . . .

      Not Fun and Games. . .but in communion . . My eldest in a conversation at one time spoke of the torture of those given knowledge in the inner journey.  He said there was no one with whom to share what has been given so they drag in nobility aspects of it.  He was…

  • A World Made Manifest. . . .

      If it was a certainty that world creation was a fact, what kind of world would you create?  If you knew for a fact that your acts upon days upon days created just such a world, how would you change your behavior?  And what would be the attributes you would enhance that world with?…

  • To Walk My Fields. . . .

                  Succor the Night. . . This she-man, this daughter of a brother whom I loved and now with whom I speak was asking. . . ”do you walk the fields at night auntie, because I am walking with your essence. You are the essence of who walks,’ she…

  • I will give you a white stone. . . . .

    White Stone. . . I will give you a white stone. On the stone will be your name and you will read it and remember it. I have called you over and over so you would not forget it. I have loved you long before the earth was, even before we first walked the heavens.…

  • In Good Hands. . .

      Many times I have said that this is a classroom and recently I was made to understand it will always be a classroom.  This is what is its purpose.  And my heart hit the floor when I realized it.  Our purpose here is to learn and to change ourselves into what we need to…

  • The Roses Are Yours. . .for keeps. . .

    Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect.  To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach.  Man rose from the crawling position.  There are too many yet who find the child’s position…

  • Have A Heart . . . Ours. . . .

    In my life I have seen much damage done when people have been deeply wounded by emotions  that could not be handled or words that cut and sliced the heart. Is it for us to walk untouched but acknowledging the emotions that devastate us and continue to live our lives with no further ado? Emotions…

  • Balanced Judgment. . . .

    When appearance is all that reality is for some, that is all that counts.  It is a common reality.  Illusion is part of the game. Jesus said that seeing you will not see and hearing you will not hear.  There is a world out there  they are not aware of and it would take a…

  • This Old House. . . consider this. . .

      This Old House. . . . I am like this old house.  I have windows that are broken or have shifted in the space designed for them.  I have appendages that were once new rooms added on to make space for new dreams or for widening the premises for old forms expanding. There were…

  • The Weaver. . . .

    A Kind Of World I Hoped To Build. . . . where hearts open to each other, where minds are keen on learning and where love intends to see its full bloom.  Where beings are intent on growing to their fullness and work becomes a blessing.  Do I want much? I want only what I…