She gave him to the waters…

May you be blessed with a wise and compassionate guide
who can accompany you through the fear and grief
until your heart has wept its way to your true self.
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space between Us: A Book of Blessings

gave him to the waters

she gave him to the waters mixed with her tears,
she gave him to the Universe,
to all that coheres…
she let him be free
to explore celestial realms,
she knew the winds would return him when she was overwhelmed…

She touched the ocean, to feel his immortal essence;
she sensed his aura
in sunlight’s fluorescence…

The rains immersed her
in sacrificial response,
allowing deeper meaning
when grief became prolonged…

He is all the colors of prismatic skies,
ever watchful….
he speaks
through butterflies…

He returns to her each morning,
before she awakes,
collecting her tears,
he leaves a cosmic trace…
vowing to never leave her
he is effulgent light,
arousing consciousness,
renewing her delight…

vibrations within her
remind her
she’s not alone
with the kindness of Angels, she is greatly bestowed…


Butterfly effect…

So I skipped two days of Poetry Month….tra la la…
now for a sad poem…hold your breath!

shrine 2

My son went to the afterlife
and I must carry on…
his presence
still lingers
though his body is gone…
and I live each day with his memory
emblazoned on my mind,
keeping his treasured kit
in a beloved little shrine…
and some may think I’m crazy,
completely off my head,
but these are the things that enable me, to get out of bed…
and I wake
each morning
with sunlight in my eyes,
hoping it’s just a dream
and he’ll materialize…


In the heart of the City…

“And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;”
― William Cullen Bryant
in the heart of the city
In the heart of the city
we found gold,
broken by sorrow
our tears overflowed… Your form was missing
though your spirit was there, 
our hearts are still beating
sustained by prayer…
We honor this journey
and sing your praise,
deep within us
where you left a trace…


I feel the emotion of form…

like minds

I can still hear the sound of your voice in my head,
regretting the things, which we left unsaid.
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
speaking out love,
in diaphanous streams.
Your fragrance is everywhere,
in the cool of morning,
in the midnight air.
And even when sorrow is rife
and it steals my sleep
lays waste to my life,
I feel the emotion of form
the soft glow of a gentle morn,
when birdsong is at its best
as I wake
in an unholy mess,
my life overflowing with tears,
sinking into my greatest fear.
There’s a memory of still afternoons,
when sunlight kissed the cinnamon dunes,
and the ocean received your body
while waves absorbed my tears,
I heard your song of freedom
whispering in my ears.
Now you dance in cosmic vistas, far from Earthly pain,
your spirit forever soaring,
this remembrance remains.
Your path festooned with flowers, as far as the eye can see
in a star bedazzled Universe,
of eternal reveries.


I feel you all around me…

It’s a year today that my son changed worlds…

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
― Rumi

stevie in the light

I feel you all around me,
when wind tussles my hair,
at dawn’s early light,
I become aware,
aware of your presence in iridescent light,
I’ve pleaded in the dark
the emptiness of night.
Tears touched my pillow,
my first thoughts of you,
then you reassure me, you’re in the morning dew…
I step into the day
and butterflies waft past,
you send me messages
before I even ask.
I hear you whisper, that you are finally free,
not confined
or restricted,
just watching over me…

You’re there in every rainbow,
in cool quenching rain,
never to be forgotten, soaring unrestrained…

and when I’m forest bathing,
or inhaling sea air,
you’re all around me, assuaging my despair,
reminding me of your presence
as I walk in the hills,
touched by radiance,,
my broken heart stills…

When night birds call, I hear them say your name,
a heavenly calling
they sweetly proclaim.
you dance on the Milky Way,
watching Andromeda
put on her display…

You’re there in every color,
in cosmic sounds
I anticipate your rhythm,
gloriously unbound.

I will hold you in my heart until my last breath,
I know exactly where you are,
even unto death,
and when the time comes
for me to join you,
you’ll be there to welcome me,
as I walk on through…
the tunnel of love
filled with healing light,
where love is overflowing
and souls reunite…



The Rememberers…

In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.
― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart

the rememberers

we are the rememberers
recalling your walk on earth
honoring your journey
documenting your birth
speaking to you in whispers 
across the veil
with a deep knowing
learning to inhale…
the wonders of forever
and the afterlife
a profusion of colors
and coherence with our guides
we are the rememberers
we never forget
making peace with what is
relinquishing regret
knowing your soul is shining
shining like the sun
in translucent atmosphere
coalescing with the One!