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…



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…


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

shadow dancers 2

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…


Woodland goddess

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

woodland goddess

With outstretched arms she stroked the heavens,
in flurries of untold blessings.

Beneath her awnings of shady solace,
a quietly
woodland goddess…

…where magic flickered
in her midst
with winsome moves she gently kissed,
the many suitors
who sought her shade,
under emerald canopies
they played…

in nonchalant moods of such delight,
she smiled
and swayed
from unruffled heights…



Quiet reflections…

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”― Rumi

butterfly closeup

soaring heavenward
on luminous
butterflies hover
and prickle my skin.

mellow nuances fill the air,
quiet reflections
that have
no cares…

I put my trust
in sacred
vibrant colors
and furry limbs.

tiny creatures whose
lives are
brought to my senses
on holy ground…