Fallen behind…

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

fallen behind

Fallen behind
words won’t speak
behind closed doors…

In cloistered silence
obstacles shout
unhinged chaos
wounds leak out…

I descend again
gathered breath
hush my mind
my fears confessed…

by strange
mystical states
tumbled from orbit
dreams translate…

Walking through sludge
buried by fatigue
surrendered again
to grief’s debris…

to trust
the landscape
when emotions babble
affliction rescinds…


In faraway Landscapes…

“But what would that be like
feeling the tide rise
out of the numbness inside”
― David Whyte

in faraway landscapes

In faraway landscapes
hope never fades,
plunged in shallows
euphoria wades…
The smell of the ocean
the cry of the gulls
when Earth meets Heaven,
grief is annulled…


Monday Meditation…

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known”

seeing dimly

I felt dimly
my reflection weak
abandoned moments
in light oblique…

Beyond expanse
within my bones
permeations unknown…

Exceeding the confines of my five senses
awakened vision,
freed of pretenses…

Delving deeply in a true reflection


Butterfly dreams…

“Butterflies are like angels kisses sent from heaven.”
― Malia Kirk
butterfly dreams
In vocabularies of dreams
I saw butterflies
unveiling the secrets
an unseen paradise
revealing the essence 
of hidden things
mystical praise
closer than my skin…


Being alive…

“Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.”
― Mary Oliver

surreal atmospheres

In surreal atmospheres,
our spirits are freed,
with lingering tinctures
anxiety recedes…
Absorbed by landscapes of
Divine being,
we’re swept with tides of invincible feelings…