John O’Donohue [Poet du jour]

We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty.

Jack Gilbert [poet du jour]

A friend introduced me to the works of Jack Gilbert, a phenominal poet (imho) about 6 months ago.

Lately I find myself stealing away from obligations momentarily to find myself a quiet little spot to devour yet another one of his delicious poems.




The spirit opens as life closes down.
Tries to frame the size of whatever God is.
Finds that dying makes us visible.
Realizes we must get to the loin of that
before time is over. The part of which
we are the wall around. Not the good or evil,
neither death or the afterlife but the importance
of what we contain meanwhile. (He walks along
remembering, biting into beauty,
the heart eating into the naked spirit.)
The body is a major nation, the mind a gift.
Together they define substantiality.
The spirit can know the Lord as a flavour
rather than power. The soul is ambitious
for what is invisible. Hungers for a sacrament
that is both spirit and flesh. And neither.

Jack Gilbert

Come Spring

Come,  cool spring rain.

Gently wash over me with your sweet delicate touch,

and as you meet with the quickly thawing earth, beckoning the crocus to rise from  winter slumber, awaken me once again.

Come,  warm tangerine sun

Shine on me,  your warm soothing  rays

and as you kiss,  so gently the dancing wildflowers upon the rich golden meadow, kiss softly my ruby red lips once again.




Ebb and Flow

Ebb and flow-
The flow…

We release ourselves into the current/ we jump in/ weightless it carries us to places beyond our natural understanding/ with little effort on our part we rest – Senses alive, colors so bright, love so deep, we trust a power so strong, we are weak under the strength of the current, yet we trust

The Ebb…

We stand,  exposed.

Waters retreat,

naked and alone.

No longer weightless, a sense of heaviness falls.

Confusion sets in – we stand alone on the shore.

What if the two are actually part of a greater whole?

Each ebb and flow part of a beautiful process,

A journey to deeper understanding,

An unveiling of our true selves?

Eventually we realize the fear and uncertainty during the ebb

bring a deeper appreciation,

an awareness of the beauty,

the freedom

the peace

 of the flow. 


Dreams in the Night-Hope at Dawn

A deep ache within.

Longing: will it ever cease?

Patiently, I wait.

Yet for now…

Dreams in the night, hope at dawn.

Promises yet to be fulfilled.

Yet for now…

Give me eyes to see, 

Just a glimpse 

An assurance that there is a purpose in the ache.

Yet for now… I trust  

Each chapter an adventure, 
    a piece of something beautiful.
Dreams in the night, hope at dawn
Desire secured, where is the safe place?
With each breaking day, I journey on.
Dreams in the night, hope at dawn.


By the Waters Edge

Mmm, this so resonates with me…just beautiful!




a place where i can hear the birds singthe wind whispering in the canopy above

a place where the water ripples over

small stones and rocks

in the stream of my ancestors

a place where the breeze
brushes softly

through my hair

caresses my face

a place where i can

hear my heart beatin’

see my soul runnin’

through the woods

along the stream

and just for a moment

for an instant

or maybe

for the afternoon

sit for awhile

by the water’s edge

with You

talk with you

not about anything

in particular

just sit with You

here among Your creation

and listen

to the birds above

and the wind in the trees

and the water rippling by

and all the while

with You

by my side

~ poem “By the Water’s Edge” by Michael Traveler, author of THE SPIRIT RISES

Art by Robert Duncan

Wind Dance-A Sweet Sigh, a Bitter Goodbye

As the wind loves to call things to dance,

May your gravity be lightened by grace.”

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,

May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.”

― John O’Donohue

In the stillness of not quite awake, yet no longer asleep, a sacred space free of thought, free of burden, free of fear, I find myself resting in a place of non judgement, a free flowing awareness of what truly touches my soul. The most profound moments of purity and grace are found in this secret place, for it is here I find shelter.

~In the arms of my Beloved~

For a brief moment in time

Home once again

Held close, sheltered from the harsh autumn winds

My face nuzzled in the warmth of his strong, soft chest

A sacred soul dance

Together, we become one, dancing in perfect rhythm with our wildly beating hearts

A wind dance

The merging of earth and fire


I gaze deeply into his soft, tender eyes

My heart, so full 

A deep sense of the most profound peace.
His eyes
Igniting an unquenchable fire 

The flames of love burn within.

I am my Beloved’s and he is mine

I kiss softly his icy cold cheek

Exposed to the wind, he keeps me safe and warm

His sacrifice 

 A seemingly small sacrifice

A profound message etched forever upon my soul

My rock, my shelter from a world so harsh, so cold
My safe place
A tender, honey sweet kiss upon his cold lips 

My offering to him

For words are meaningless here
A dance in time, a heart song of unconditional love 

A sudden shift of the wind

Alone once again

A sweet sigh 

A bitter goodbye

The wind awakens me to a harsh reality

Yet, it carries me back home to this sacred place 

time and time again

This place of not quite awake, yet no longer asleep.
And in this place of longing

I find shelter once again

I find shelter within