Category: Poetry

  • Where Will You Go?

    Where Will You Go? Where are you going to go? What will you do when you run out of lamentations and crosses to bear? Where will you go and to what world where you will be ready to transfer when you arrive? What will man do or whatever will they call the Beings? You scraped…

  • Within Memory

        Home of One’s Soul The Teachers Speak. . . Every so often, out of one’s domain, there is an isolation that swamps one. It is difficult to shake, and yet there it is, evidence that this is not home. There is a portion or many portions appealing to one, yet basically, the at…

  • In Looking Back

    In Looking Back The Teachers Speak. . . . The smallest act of mercy has large repercussions. Remember that. When the smallest act of kindness is received it is passed on without thinking because the act gains a life of its own and struggles for expression. It gathers momentum as it moves through the person’s…

  • Abundance

    Since the publication of Kiss The Moon,  I have had a few requests to use the poem,  Abundance, in ceremonies of commitment.  In these months of May and June ,  I would be honored if you choose the poem to be read at your ceremony.  It is one of my favorites and I think speaks…

  • I Lit The Candle

    I Lit The Candle I lit the candle and waited. Time passed. I lit the candle and waited. Fill me, Sweet Spirit. Let my heart learn once again the habit of loving. Come into my kitchen among the cutlery and pots, to the table in the middle of chaos. Two chairs. I light the candle…

  • Pieces Of The Rock

    Pieces Of The Rock Nowadays we nicely say that one is in denial when what one is too embarrassed to own.   We say it never happened.  An elder always quoted her favorite saying as an absolute.   You can always catch a thief she said but you can never catch a liar.  Jesus said all ye…

  • Fairy Dust

       Fairy Dust Will the children find how shaky all things are and the gods who are their parents, all illusion? What will I say then? “All of it, my dear, all of it is nothing but fairy dust, created by a head in search of its own dream.” Where would I be then? In…

  • The Homecoming

      The Homecoming The Teachers Speak. . . .there are many ways to explain the life most lead on the Earth planet with even a normal set of senses.  Yet there are so many different ways outside the senses and if one tried to understand fully the picture,  one would become immobile.   There are that…

  • The Knotted Family Ties

    The Knotted Family Ties The trauma that engulfs a family when a sibling transits this world leaves unbelievable tears in a family fabric.  Everything surrounding, every event takes on a meaning whose depth only the individuals directly affected can hope they withstand.  They must master this poignant injury if they are one day to emerge…

  • The God Search

    From a work in progress I speak of beginning my search,  because of course the word journey was outside my frame of reference.  I had no way of knowing that this was something only the very brave and the well educated  ventured on.    No one seemed to have answers to my questions and I was…