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Drops of Color/ Dazzling Kernels

Drops of Color Dazzling Kernels The field was endless. Stepping into one of the rows, I softly made my way. The stalks reached toward the clouds. I crossed over into another row. Time passed. I lost any sense of direction —the sun, my guiding post. Here I was in  a corn field. I thought I […]

Spring Song

Spring Song I heard your song for the longest time. I sat—listening. A pen in hand, your notes became words on this page. Still, it did not end here… No, it actually began when the words began to create your image. Colors lit the page— your song discovered a new pitch. Your wings fanned out, […]

Drops of Color/ Who Wins?

Drops of Color Who Wins? Victory will resound only when, together, we collectively ‘win.’ There is a time for  everything as the writer of Ecclesiastes pens. We weep, we laugh. We, mourn, we celebrate. We sing, we sit in silence. We pray ONLY to allow  love to guide us.    

The Cantor

The Cantor The fulcrum held —effortlessly left —precisely right. It was not time that set the balance of hours of light and others of dark. It was the seamless garment of creation pulling back the covers. Then, the Cantor arrived needing no invitation. The Cantor shook the stars… Yes, each and everyone as well as […]

A Sling

A Sling Metaphorically became a cradle… Mother Earth wrapping herself around her child’s wounded limb. The fall was great. The limb took the brunt of the storm. There still lingered moments of the unknown. What took place before the tree, I am. What tree describes me? Is it the Oak?  My leaves changing in extraordinary […]

Drops of Color/ For her…

Drops of Color For her… I have written those two words innately—‘for her.’ Only now these two syllables burn into this page like commandments engraved on stone tablets—‘for her.’ For her— the ink spills from this pen or is it a river flowing from the corners of my eyes? I wrote ‘for her‘ —the girl […]

Drops of Color/ In This Town

Drops of Color In This Town Somewhere in this town, You are. I am not certain I will find you, but I know You see me. You often lead me to places “I Think” you could never be found. Then… I find you —on every corner —in between alleys —on each cobble stone  walk —dangling […]

The Sound of Bells

The Sound of Bells Quietly listening, I heard the sound of bells being played by the wind. One soft chime— its echo lasting as  another breeze pulses through the dangling metals. Within, the chimes have found the sacred center of my Soul. Silently, I sit humming a wordless refrain. The sound of bells lingers in […]

Drops of Color/ Cornerstones

Drops of Color Cornerstones These stones… I continue creating —archways —windows —bridges These stones carry stories as they were —rolled into place —hauled, lifted, chiseled. Is there a cornerstone holding them in place? Is that what I am attempting to find as I draw yet another ‘stone’ edifice? How is it these structures still stand, […]

Inside…

Inside… a beacon of light. A lighthouse staggered within rocks, a sea curling beside its halo. Miles away, the casting beams reach vessels adrift. But, this vessel is in port. It cannot see the light inside itself…like one cannot see into one’s own eyes. The light is visible only to the One who sets it […]

Drops of Color/ Rosie

Drops of Color Rosie… rises on all fours. Tiny paws already revealing the size this pup will one day be. A tail swings back  and forth like a metronome especially when she hears her name spoken aloud. A soft step followed by a playful tumble. Now she rumbles into a pair of limber legs. Arms […]

Who’s There?

Who’s There? You again… I heard you rush in. You are welcome  even when you seem to topple over things, beings and me! Tonight, you have picked up your pace. I hear the branches outside clicking, clacking, some breaking…then the sound of a loud thud touching down —enveloped in earth. Eyes closed…this is the last […]

Left Handed…

Left Handed Left handed… right handed… the memory retains the shape, the formation of consonants and vowels. Spelling words out with the use of the non-dominate hand —a challenge —an exercise of engagement. I am so mindful of my every breath as I curl an ‘e,’ as I inhale an ‘o.’ I linger a tad […]

Drops of Color/ Wedding Garment

Drops of Color Wedding Garment The garment —a natural design —a fit needing no alterations —feathers laid like a winnowing fan. A blue painted sky began the celebration. The wedding feast —an invitation to all. The trees let loose— The ground shook as sprigs of grass stood tall like towering steeples. Buttercups unraveled. Why, even […]

Let Me Flutter

Let Me Flutter A broken wing —still it fluttered. The passage of unmarked time. A soft veil torn beneath skin. A gentle hand dove in weaving torn strands clinging to this limb. Round and round a cocoon formed holding a branch clinging to this living tree of being. A wing, a limb, a branch, a […]

…hold the stage

…hold the stage You hold the center of an endless menagerie of wild flowers. Your ears catch the wind like billowing sails. Your nose cradles the scent of feathering grasses brushing against the blanket of your coarse fur. The sun, like a spot light, casts itself on your delicate presence. For a long moment, you […]

Drops of Color/ Rainbow of Puddles

Drops of Color Rainbow of Puddles Slender bristles separate, yet bound together, dangling from a wooden rod. Each strand seeking ‘the color’ revealing an essence of its individual self. Only inches away a palette lay…a rainbow of puddles, pooled separately. The rod, rocking back and forth, not of its own making, but that of the  […]

In His Eyes

In His Eyes Was I gazing into my own eyes? Laugh if you will… I was. There he stood, a few feet away on four slender posts. They held his wobbly gait… but it was his eyes. Was I love struck? Black ‘pools” like liquid glass, they ‘flowed’ through me… Gently, I spoke, he took […]

Drops of Color/ Undecided

Drops of Color Undecided Do I go up the stairs or do I walk down the stairs? Who or what determines where the stairs begin? What if they never end? Why is ascending the  path we seemingly aspire to climb? Do we fear the descent because at its deepest roots we could actually discover our […]

Fashioned

Fashioned You, fashioned by the dawn… a musical note flowed from your windpipe. Your feathers stretched themselves. From left to right instinctively, you spread yourself wide…. The song growing inside now heard as  you began to fan your wings. Carried by the sun, rising to your tune, a new day begun. You laid down a  […]

Drops of Color/ Full Bloom

Drops of Color Full Bloom When you unfolded, the heavens rejoiced. The waiting—an eternity. Now, that you arrived, each moment that proceeded this dawning ~~~alas, makes sense. I don’t want to close my eyes. The petals of your presence have attached themselves to my Soul. Yes, my Soul, in full bloom. It did not even […]

Itself

Itself In opposite directions, arms reach. One end digging deeper into the soil grounding itself firmly. The arms above spread out in a manifestation of praise extending an eternal reach as if knowing it is met and held. Clinging to what is invisible, its weight does not deter its unwavering extension. As seasons change, as […]

Drops of Color/ The Interview

Drops of Color The Interview The interview began. “Please, take a seat.” Which chair do you wish me to sit upon? “The empty one.” Excuse me, but… “I’m sorry, I did not hear you. What did you ask?” It was nothing…I’m simply going to sit. “Good, good take all the time you need.” Wait, I’m […]

Poetry is old…

Poetry is old… like the soils tucked in between the threads of my hiking boots. I continue to trek through forests— old manuscripts are printed in the bark of the trees. The sun casts its glow on the entirety of the manuscript, but it is the moon that drops the shadows and, when I lay […]

Drops of Color/ This Side

Drops of Color This Side There in front of a calm stream ~~~a bridge. A bridge with an unwritten invitation, ‘Come, crossover.’ So, cross over I did. Now, that I was over what I crossed was I on another side? If I crossed back ‘over,’ would the bank across the way be another side…again? Bridges […]

What did you see today?

What did you see today? (Excerpt from a Journal/Pilgrimage along the Pembrokeshire Coast Path, Wales/ 2019) I saw drops of rain~~~ turned-on like a faucet on high. I was drenched until the sun burst~~~ A soft wind carried a sail boat across the sea and it hovered around me… I moved~~~ the sail of my […]

Drops of Color/ Tear Drop

Drops of Color Tear Drop The form of  a  tear drop hangs from pines. A choir  bellows from this ‘spun’ papier-mâché’ drop ~~~dangling effortlessly. A single entrance carved out at the bottom. The community worked from the sun’s rising until the stars appeared. Chewing upon wood fibers, the workers blend their saliva—‘wasp spit’ creating the […]

Web of Being

Web of Being You held the sun between glimmering threads. You did not capture its flame. Instead, you allowed the impregnating light to reveal the essence of spun creativity. Passing-by, had I blinked, I would have missed this divine manifestation. This web of being invited me to lay back and take in the delicate, detailed […]

Drops of Color/ The Entrance

Drops of Color The Entrance The doorway opened itself wide…releasing its hinges. The architecture surrounding its space was strong like bar bells secure like a knot in a rope and held a delicate design… like petals lapped around a flower. The wood dipped in varnish darkened like a pool beneath a mid-night sky. The stone-cut, […]

Another Version of Psalm 23

Another Version of Psalm 23 How can I be glad    when I hear you weeping? You, who have been my Shepherd,    I want to dry your tears. How I wish to allow you to lie down    instead of wondering if another shot will be fired. I live in green pastures,    and […]

Drops of Color/ This View

Drops of Color This View From here —the view appears      eternal. Time seems to       hold its hands —each tic      every toc      ECHOES. Beyond the valley,      the mountains       ‘catch’ the refrain      launching it skyward. Softly, the       sounds drizzle     […]

Words keep getting in the way…

Words keep getting in the way… (A Journal Entry walking the Camino St Francis/September 2019) What do you say when words keep getting in the way to describe You? You are more than a feeling— You are beyond all thought— You are NO-thing— You are EVERYTHING… Along a path, a tiny flower grows from a […]

A Place

A Place There is a place I go to be alone. It is sturdy, and it has been here well beyond the years I know of its actual existence. I pray it will be here long after I have passed, and another might seek its solace, its comfort, and its wonder. This place knows when […]

Drops of Color/ Design

Drops of Color Design Who designed your outer wear? What makes up your daily uniform defining what you do, who you are, how you ‘attempt’ to present yourself? Does the outer design hold many colors? Is the fabric a solid shade imitating crayola? When the garment of your outer self removed and your nakedness appears— […]

Clouds

Clouds Did you ever wonder how a cloud moves? Floating particles gather in an array of forms. Sometimes, I imagine I see a family of porpoises gliding in the sea of blue. Other times, the clouds are a marching band. Stringed instruments roll on by while a series of drums and buglers float on. Today, […]

Drops of Color/ For Brian

Drops of Color For Brian When he saw them… Immediately, he knew —their white button down shirts —their black tapered suits —their ‘fine’ beaks     tipped so,     so that every morsel of sustenance     filled the little ones beside     their patent leather boots. He fell in love with these […]

Tulips

Tulips You cannot  look at a tulip and walk on by… Can you? Look, look at its vestments…the finest tailor could not replicate. Soft pinks, glamorous yellows, striking reds and passionate purples dazzle us in this season of Spring. Short-lived yet, each year we welcome their arrival. The tulip bursting from earth’s womb… Littering life […]

Drops of Color/ Beneath the Boardwalk

Drops of Color Beneath the Boardwalk The boardwalk beckoned— instead, I dove below. Surfacing, I heard the  footsteps overhead, and suddenly the soft echo of surf chimed in. Beneath the boardwalk, a sort of amphitheater ensued. The sound played a soft ballad. Several sailing vessels passed-by. A few fish swam at a distance. They blew […]

Buoys

Buoys Plunging into a sea ~~~green feathered stalks stood swaying in the ebb and flow of a balmy breeze. Slowly treading water around me in every direction, yellow buoys broke the surface. They appeared like a million faces lit by the sun… Overhead, the skyscape ~~~a blue canopy holds patches of seabirds, their wings casting […]

Drops of Color/ The Arch

Drops of Color The Arch From the window, twelve sealed frames. All who enter the arch below or exit beneath its halo are made visible. The arch— what is seen from within its held space —endless stories —legends told —myths created —truths held —footprints vanished —timeless trails blazed. There is an unknown element that cannot […]

It’s Time

It’s Time Clearly, it’s time. Perhaps, I knew a long time ago…it was clear then, but I was not ready to say, ‘Good-bye.’ I learned a lot from you. I’m grateful even to this day. Yet, my path is different so I’ll ask you to excuse me. If you cannot, that’s o.k. ‘Cause it’s time […]

Fly

Fly I am learning  in all things to spread my wings and fly. Even if my wings are clipped, broken, I know the  essence of flight. The season, the times, my guides. These, I have come to trust. The wind calls— it is this moment NOW I rise flying in what appears the opposite direction. […]

Drops of Color/ The Scenery

Drops of Color The Scenery You held the ‘oar’— all I had to do was ‘be’ in the moment. Whatever way the gondola  sailed, it was in your hands. I paused… First, I reached— then, I pulled my arms back in. Second, I heard a gurgling in my throat, words rising, then ‘something’ within stirred—shhhhh! […]

He said, ‘Follow me.’

He said, ‘Follow me.’ And, so I have. I try each day. He always seemed to say, ‘Be not afraid.’ I believe he learned these words from his mother who bore him and, I have spent my  lifetime following this man. He went about walking parched paths. He spoke to anyone, everyone who would listen. […]

Drops of Color/ A Window

Drops of Color A Window A soft wind echoed pushing a rock with enough effort that the stone let-go. Like Rapunzel’s hair —broken bits of the canyon wall slid and, like waves crashing into the shore, you could hear the plumbing avalanche causing dust to envelop the sky. A whispering breeze ensued pushing away particles […]

Will these people…

Will these people… This moment  a mist eerily moves  like a milky shadow enmeshed in a sky painted in the sweetest essence of black licorice. Tasting this day, this hour, the moon in her fullness dangles unperturbed moving willfully in the  pattern entrusted and designed by the One who seeks no name. How we have […]