The dervish spins, one hand facing earth,

the other facing heaven

until he touches the face of God..

Beyond all the seasons and reasons not to love

it’s in our bones, to love.

When we are thread bare of kindness and need to rest,

still we hold a hand and listen. And so we love…

How…everyday… you do it

you rise from sleep with with a thought

the this is the day yo expected

Yet this day, that seeming inconsequential act

becomes a rising into an unsettling possibility

that this could be a new day

that you haven’t experienced before..

There is stillness in everything.

Listen for it,

Wait upon it,

when you find it, bow before it.

It is a deep pool of wonder…

come sit with me

quiet that beating heart of yours, dear one

my love is in the air your breathe…

Opening into the stillness

I find the soul comes present with me

a sense of being…held

in the arms of love so deep I canno speak

only weep in wonder…

Ocean waves,

glistening edges of light

moving into the heart

of one who knows his life is ebbing…

There’s a new feel in the air today,

the wind’s scent is beyond the chill of fall.

Golden hues light the trees reaching higher

into a deeper blue of sky than I have ever seen…

I too, cry for the children. Tears spent, love deeply spent, prayers given, knowing somehow they are received.… My letter to the Children:

Children know everything.

If you look carefully,

you can see it in their eyes.

Beliefs I used to cling to

blow away like leaves in autumn,

when tested by the winds of change.

Some say, this earth journey is only

a sorrow, a sleep and a forgetting.

I say there is more…

Emerging from the chrysalis,

wings unfolding and stretching out as in the awakening body,

the newly winged body of the butterfly,

she intuitively knows the precise timing of this unfolding,

Let life open you.

Otherwise your gifts

remain unopened. 

Choose a few things or better, one,

for your table or altar.

Choose one thing.

Fall in love with its singularity, its rarity,

the way it gazes back at you.

Slipping into the forest,

morning mist rising,

the moistness of earth mother’s breath

touching my skin, my spirit.

There is stillness in everything.

Listen for it.

Wait upon it.

When you find it, bow before it.

Beautiful is the sweetness of the lamb,

Gazing up at the master who has lifted her up

from the rocky gap into which she fell.

Cradled in his arms, nestled close to his heart,

she knows herself as love.