Let your superpower be Love…

let your superpower be love

Be the kind of human
who lifts others up,
and who does not force
vain opinions
on them, 
but listens
to the rhythm
of every heartbeat…
Touching hearts
with gentleness and kindness…
Be compassionate,
let your soul be moved by heartache
and suffering,
and search for the outcasts
that they too will know
that love still exists
in an uncaring world…

Be the one
who doesn’t think
too highly of oneself
but considers everyone equal,
for on the flat plains of humanity
and from a very great distance,
out past the stars
you will see light in every single Earthling,
in the vagrant,
the hurting…
Listen to their story…

Don’t allow haughty behavior
that makes others
feel inferior
or insignificant,
to brew for
one nanosecond in you,
and do not let it even come to the boil…
See the untouchables and
those who’ve failed miserably, embrace them
in uncomplaining
Non-judgemental silence…

In a world where physical appearance
holds too much weight,
be unbalanced,
bestow great compliments on those you may think unlovely,
and learn to see
with the eyes of your heart…
See the great beauty that lies within every divine being…

And where earthlings
see financial success as favor,
remind them that it’s merely worldly wealth,
it cannot be taken to eternity…

Show them the abundance of spiritual wealth that reaches into darkness
and does not return void…
In the quietness of each soul,
seek only the treasures of the divine…
For He said, “where your treasure is, there will be your heart also!”
Let those words move you,
resonate in you,
transform you into deep surrender, giving you a glimpse of
your eternal home…

So live generously,
seeing those in need always,
not scorning them in your superiority,
but transforming them
into vessels
of sacred belonging…

And when you depart from them
leave a little of the fragrance of love and kindness…
That in that instance
of knowing you
they will feel lighter,
more loved,
more accepted,
enlivened in their very being…

For a trace of exquisite beauty
exists in each and every Earthling…
Be radiant!
Let your superpower be love…….


The waters spoke…

“In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans; in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence.”
― Kahlil Gibran Jr.

the waters spoke

In bright reflections
the waters spoke,
deep within
quiet evoked
tranquil measures 
brought to bear
narrations of stillness
eagerly shared…



“In order to take loving action, it has to become more important to you to be all you came here to be – to fully manifest your gifts, talents, and ability to love – than to maintain your illusion of safety.”
Dr. Margaret Paul
Inner Bonding


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Treading obscure pathways,
she clambered
away from fear,
stumbling over obstacles
her faith
had adhered
to falling darkness,
the intimidation
of loss,
undeniable fractures
scattered across…
the life she witnessed
and the brutality
of pain,
intense inadequacy
where she had quietly remained…

until her lesions hemorrhaged,
hurt and distrust
sins of omission
that were never discussed…

it was during times of turbulence
she grasped
at truth,
the dark tracts of failure
starting in her youth,
her loneliness
disregard for egoic gain,
she surrendered to love and all that it contained…

And searchlights brought her to the edge of time,
compelling vistas
her worthiness sublime…

deep grooves
of awareness,
she began to blaze
new trails,
breaking the tyranny
where darkness prevailed…

and she acknowledged the woundedness
deep within her core,
constraints that kept her bound
no longer ignored…

Learning to love
and embrace her inner child,
trapped in safe maneuvers,
her talents
dragged behind…

Always believing that she was not enough
she tried to conform,
but had never
the deep roots of failure
that stalked her dreams,
born a misfit
only God would intervene

and spiritual impartations called her from despair
the alchemy of her soul
sprung her from the lair…

And invisibility melted in the radiance of inner light,
when she saw
who she was…
a light-bearer glowing bright…


Secret garden

secret gardens.jpg

in secret gardens, imagination grows,
bougainvillea put on a show…
lilies blush
in pale fusions,
flourishing in wild illusions…

reigniting hidden passions
breathless hideouts

entangled rendezvous’
guides to flamboyant interludes…
inventions of a curious mind,
behind walls


“Someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.”
― David Whyte

sacred fire

Dead trees wave
in remembrance of pain,
burnt out embers
starkly remain…
assuming a descent onto dark earth
brittle branches crack
coveting rebirth…

if resonance still lingers
of ailing limbs
where vitality withers,
and crashing and burning
to ashen gloom,
the kind earth receives grief
into her



“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom


In gestures of friendship affinity moves,
with kind companions
our wounds are soothed,
and camaraderie leaves invisible bonds
grace interweaved,
the heart responds…

To dwell in truth and promised reflection,
to thrive in faith,
with authentic connection…

Kindred spirits come fly to me
join the dance
join the reverie,
speak out your journey,
spill out your song,
let us be confidants, and forever belong…