Contemplations

In these troubled times,
are we closer to the roots
as we witness a shattering of the old
as vaults of dark secrets
are being cracked open?

Are we relieved
that scabs are being
ripped off
and wounds can be seen
and breathe at last?

Do we feel our buried grief
and the unspoken laments
of our ancestors
as we let in the heartbreak
of our abandoned sisters and brothers
who’ve been cast out for centuries?

Is the inhumanity
firing us up
to love more?

Can we show our tails now?
Come out of hiding?
Get real?
Be whole?

And what about the Earth?
Can we see what we have destroyed
and cry for Her?

Are we able
to see our Oneness
and commit to foster healing?

Are we now inspired
to gather in the streets,
at altars,
in temples,
at the sea,
and become humble
before the Divine?


Poems

The Way

Beacons of Silence
are lighting
my way.


Poems

Quiet

When I am quiet
as frogs
who stop croaking
when we trespass
their sacred marsh,

when I am quiet
as a child
who is sad
in every cell,

when I am quiet
as the moment
death
carried Mom away,

I become the Here of my life,
time just another thought.


Poems

You Are Broken and You Are Whole

This morning
you are shining blonde hair,
full belly laughing,
a field of glow.
My heart falls into place.

I remember you
clutching your belly
on the cold tile floor
in the Boston hotel,
writhing
burning
silent screams.
You needed me
to stay back.
I have never felt so helpless.

Disease is a cauldron,
boils us to the core,
disrupts
dismantles
strips layers of seeming safety.
Disease keeps us in not knowing,
stretches us beyond
where we think we can go.
Forges us in its heat.
Transforms.
Humbles.

You tend to this wisely
in your quiet ways.
Grace is known to you.
Pain and fire,
the teachers that
turn you towards
the Sacred.

I do not know
all the ways of your mind
or see all the times
you fall to your knees.
Yet it is clear today
by your restful smile
that you are watering
holy seeds
and sit, cupped,
in the hands of the Universe.


Poems

Enter

Enter
the eyes
of the shunned ones
that lead
to the heart
that leads
to the hurt
that leads
to the Infinite
that dissolves
all the names
that made
us two
that remember
us now
as One


Poems

Invitation

Trance
Comings and goings

Remembering
Reliving
Regretting

What doesn’t come and go?

The question hangs in the air
Untroubled

Untroubled


Poems

Invocation

May my poems
reach far
into the wounds
of the shivering woman
with faraway eyes
looking for her spot
on the wet, gritty sidewalk.

May the words given to me
pour into
the original gashes
that won’t let her
feel God.

Perhaps the words
will seep into
her vault of tears
and
she will bawl
like the baby
everyone turned away from.

She may open then,
open
to feel the truth
of her heart-wrenching losses
and,
someday soon, I hope,
open
to feel the truth
of the Divine.


Poems

We Shall Howl

The wolf drops by,
the one you summoned
in a dream.
“Find your wild,” she says.
“Find it before your life
too gently
slips into
a bag of bones,
then
ash.”


Poems