sticks and stones…

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”― Rainer Maria Rilke

art by elsire roos

Her eyes were dry now,
the remembrance has softened
but words still dropped-in
breaking her
like stones
upon her heart,
wounding her with doubt…

she wanted to erase the words altogether,
the emptiness that had pressed in on her
making her feel foolish…

she wanted to walk again
down mystical roads
with robins leading the way…

she wanted to go to sites where butterflies land
in the late afternoon…

she wanted flowers to remind her of truth,
she wanted to stare
at the skies
until it colored her breath…

for she desired to speak in the language of shadows
of light
of love
of secret things
and of other-worlds,
until she was fully understood,
one with all that is…

Art by elsire roos


The chasm…

“Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings


For a moment I was afraid,
was all this just my imagination?
Those voices in my head,
did I make them up,
those times when I felt his presence?

“He’s not sending signs!”…she implied

“But I keep seeing butterflies
and I feel him all around” …I thought

“There’s a chasm between us,” she said
“meant to keep the dead apart,
it’s in the bible,” she coldly remarked…

“Well,” I whispered under my breath
so that she could not hear…

“I’ve crossed the greatest chasm of my life,
I’ve stumbled and fallen,
feeling my way across utter darkness
and despair.”

“In desperation
I drowned in grief
cutting myself to pieces
on shards of heartache,
I was split wide open
and I bled out.”

And when I got to the other side
he said…
“ I was always right here
beside you, Mom,
helping you bridge the veil
between my world and yours,
and I held your hand,
because I knew you had to take this journey
through the darkness of grief
and I didn’t want you to take it alone!”

“and I rejoiced when you saw my
color in the skies
and hundreds of butterflies”…

and then he declared…
“I’m more alive than I have ever been!”

1000 posts…

“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!”
-Dr Zeus

one thousand posts

i put my toes in,
to feel the vibration
like a far-off splash
in an alien nation…

my visa was granted
by the great expanse,
and the currents took me to distant lands…

to journey into my deepest thoughts
to spill the beans
to stay the course…

at first,
i was afraid to speak
to unleash my burdens
to say i’m weak…

now i’m the sailor of a thousand posts,
digging up feelings
summoning ghosts…

spending my days chasing words
with the guidance of intelligent birds…


A bright star…

“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”
― Rumi

stars 4

Did you remember who you were before the wars?
when sweet waters
washed up on every shore…
when you deciphered the patterns in the skies,
before the estrangement,
before the lies…

When love was as plain as day
before harsh words caused dismay…

unacquainted with darkness or form,
your essence shone like a meteor swarm…

a bright star
entering physical plains,
crashing to earth
you bravely
incarnated from cosmic realms,
sent to
expand love
where humans dwell…

Have you forgotten your reason for being?
when love was all you ever believed…

Before the great suffering,
before strife…
when every soul was

image courtesy…PixaBay

Seeing dimly…

“Remember when you were young?
You shone like the Sun…”
― Pink Floyd

the cadence of your voice

This photographic memory is etched in cloudy glass,
echoing through time,
sprinkled with flowers
the color of the skies
and soft breezes
sweeping me into abstractions…

we were perched on the asphalt in nonchalant conversation,
hanging on words…
not knowing then
that these fragments
should have been collected
and their vibrations documented…

though my heart
clearly remembers
the cadence of your voice that day,
the words
have evanesced into the ether…

And Time Lords came
and gathered them up
to record in great vaults
for perpetuity…

I still feel the echo
of them
resonate in
the silence of a cosmic imagination…

but now the conversations are
whispers in my head
speaking tenderly,

and invariably I hope
they are you….