A passionate Allegory…

Day seven….A good exercise for everyone to do…

“What do you deserve? Name it. All of it. What are you ready to let go of? Name that too. Then name the most gentle gift for yourself. Name the brightest song your body’s ever held. Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours….”
Rachel McKibben from Twitter…

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I think I deserve lots of love,
love in all its glory,
the feelings
it encapsulates
like a passionate allegory…
and what about peace,
I think it should have free reign,
falling all over me
and dousing all the pain…
and of course, there’s kindness,
kindness that kindles,
bringing me to life with each radiant sprinkle…

I’m ready to let go
of the hurt
and distrust,
ready to be transformed….into cosmic dust….

I’ll be gentle
with myself,
so that negative bonds
can break,
immersed in affection
forgiving every mistake…

My body holds
so much light,
emitting radiance within…
and it unspeakably scatters
eradicating every sin…
my song is one of freedom,      freedom from shame,
freedom from
no more a feeble Frame!…

And joy is my companion,
whimsical                            and playful,
gloriously graceful….
holding my innocence…..celebrating life,
knowing I’m created
by a wondrous design…

full of love
and laughter,
singing as I go along,
dancing in the miraculous,
knowing I truly belong…
to the earth
and the sky
as I awaken
from limitation…
seeing the divine
in all things
on this worshipful occasion….


Sunday dreaming…

castles in the sky

can I live in the upper room,
perched above blue lagoons?
and watch swallows
dot the skies,
while dense everglades dramatize,
the golden light
touching down,
mellow vibes on verdant

and when the sun sedates her gaze
quiet dreams
lift up in praise!

Prolific Assignments…

no holds barred

In a gathering of trees
glory shone around,
the pageantry
of butterflies,
blessed stamping ground… bringing worship
to each corner,
each fragment
of the yard…
moving with purpose,
creativity unmarred!… And the symphony
of birdsong,
stopped me in my tracks,
reminding me of worthiness,
where nothing detracts… from flowers bursting with blossoms,
bobbing in the breeze,
prolific assignments,
of a soul
set at ease…

Shadow dancers…

“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

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Shadow dancers
on the shore,
flowing with Earth’s encore,
gliding over silvery sands,
wanderers in a graceful expanse,
nimbly stepping
ocean mists,
keeping watch
while the tides shift,
seeing beyond this mortal coil,
beyond chaos,
beyond turmoil!

Peering into mystical realms,
above the breakers,
past the swells.
Where darkness
gives way to light,
and every Earthling



“Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.”― Rumi


Cerise vygies caught my eye,
just a stranger passing by,
falling for their dreamy hues,
could this be my current muse?
On my knees again,
in the sand,
I held this treasure in my hands…