Category: Poetry

THE WIND SPEAKS The wind spoke to me today It spoke of clearing things away To move along the graces of change To forget and

HOME Everything I think comes not from me     but through me I am simply a passenger     on the bus of transference

WONDER Sitting in these early hours Listening to the etheric whispers of a Native American Flute While the birds praise the morning sun My heart

PEACE PRAYER May peace pour over me today Like the the healing waters of life Whose pristine molecules Cleanse the surface discontent Of all that

I AM,THAT, I AM As I stood outside With the early morning sun Lifting its rays upon the land   I watched and felt the

ABUNDANCE Abundance is what fills my lungs The breath of life for songs unsung I am the earth I stand upon And find the gifts

❧ YOU ❧ Oh, You Most elusive one Indefinite and subtle ❦ You, who see’s But cannot be seen ❦ You, who experiences But is

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS My inner voice said, “lay down your weapons” And which shall I lay down first, I asked? The gun, the bomb,

THE UNBEGOTTEN SELF What are the offspring of my efforts? I sit in doubt today   That voice of resignation To believe I have accomplished

BEAUTEOUS MOTHER Oh, beauteous Mother Gracious and all pervasive In the smallest of things You kiss the wild diversity of life   The lone tree