Poetry: Tribute to my mother

For Mom on Mother’s Day I Remember…. when I was in pain and/or sick, my mom was there to hold me in her arms. She gave me such feelings of safety and security and her understanding and compassionate heart knew no bounds. My mother’s love. I Remember…. when I was off to College, away from …

Poetry: Life

Spirit and I are one. I go through the fields aimlessly, searching, knowing I will arrive at my destination. I look at the trees, the birds, the beauty of Spirit’s creation. It is beautiful and I feel a oneness with all of life. I stumble, I fall. Rocks are at my feet and I cannot …

Poetry: Love’s Dance

Two beautiful tiny rivers are struggling to flow yet gradually growing, building; The blazing heat seems to stop the flow but the rivers are strong and accept, for they know the rains will come; The rains come and the shining rivers are strong and healthy and vibrant. They feel whole and complete, one with all …

Poetry: Love’s journey

Our Journey This ship symbolizes the beginning of our journey place it on your shelf and remember ….. Remember the raging storms that tried to, without mercy, sink us remember the obstacles that appeared out of nowhere in their attempt to destroy us Now remember the warmth of the sun that came shortly thereafter to …

Poetry: My soulmate

We are caught in a materialistic world a world which has forgotten the true meaning of love The love we share has no price it cannot be compared or measured but experienced for what it is – love We are each others light and darkness we bring each other light and pain But it is …

Poetry: Manifestation

All I see is the darkness of the city the gloom the harsh sounds of pain… It overwhelms me and I find myself dreaming of days by the lake days that seem so long ago I see the crystal-blue lake sparkling from the bright sun the trees and flowers are dancing and I yearn to …

Love is all there is…

LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment’s wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread in this life creating illusions of separation of pain of darkness of despair of hatred only to remember. . . and we listen to the whispers in the wind and …

Poetry: Perception

we walk thru the fields and all we see are the weeds growing, expanding spreading through all of the land until that is all we see we forget about the flowers the trees the crystal blue-white sky sometimes we wonder about them…… we look again at the weeds and we see the beauty in them …