Finding peace…

“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.
You might recall what it’s like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person’s eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past, or grasping at the future. 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


On holy grounds of mourning, miracles exist,
belief in a knowing that faith will persist.

Watching for signs in the supernatural flow,
hope inclines with sacred gifts bestowed!

The awakened heart envisions light getting in,
mysterious breath of life, even closer than my skin…


Silent Sunday

fields of bright daisies

if you should find yourself complaining
and discontent
go out into fields of happy flowers
and see how they follow the sun
see how their faces glow at midday
like sun worshipers
dancing in the gentle breeze
and let blessings fall
like blossoms all around you  #Rumi
in gratitude
kneel on the soft ground and be thankful
for you are wonderfully made
He who has placed His favor on you
and gives you new mercies everyday…..


My mind wandered free…..

“Look deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
– Albert Einstein | Nature Quotes”
― Albert Eintsein

hoekwil country cafe

I escaped
to tranquil outlooks,
and imbibed
calm scenery,
consumed inviting pleasures
amid luscious greenery.

In repose on
verdant hillsides,
my mind wandered free,
sensations of belonging to
cosmic reveries!


There you were……

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

the light of eternity

Yesterday I was desolate, imprisoned by fear
the walls closed in,
no cadence could I hear.

Stumbling in darkness, I had lost my way
searching for you,
unqualified to pray.

Then I stepped into light,
new visions I saw,
harbingers of eternity unlocked the door,
and led me
to where
living waters flow,
indescribable views
a cosmic glow,
and there you were tall and wise
radiating light
right before my eyes.

You imparted healing in transcendent song,
and exhaled peace
with the heavenly throngs…


Tea and sympathy

“A cup of tea would restore my normality.”
[Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Screenplay]”
― Douglas Adams

tea and sympathy

with her thoughts,
her tinnitus sang,
breaking her silence.

Distant pounding,
was that her heart,
aching to be heard?

Melancholy hung
in the cold air,
touching her senses,
and the ceiling
pressed down!

All was still,
except the chaos
of her mind.

Her eyes darted
to the window,
a world beyond
where frailty broke apart…

Too many answers required
to resolve
blatant curiosity.
She knew she was in hiding!

Was this cup the chalice
of tears
poured out,
in loneliness,
the warm fluid
trickled down,
bringing solace
to an otherwise
dull afternoon?

of Childhood memories,
sprang to life.
A time traveler,
back when
English tea parties
were all the rage.
She could see her mother’s
blue eyes sparkle
in her mind’s eye.

Temperate seasons,
warm Bulawayo days
on tranquil lawns
speaking like
small talk
and conversations
about the weather…

A kind of belonging,
a tribe,
“teapots’ they called us.
Days of innocence
teased her mind,
nursery tea,
“Cat’s pee” they said.
She paid no mind…

Should she have spent time
away the harm
of magical thinking?
Made up stories
in her head,
misguided narratives
of a gentle life.

Oh the delight
of daydreaming
in the afternoon.

It brought her comfort,
her sympathetic tea…