Hello to you

Who I know from

lives which can no longer claim me

I recognize you through tears;

They streak the windowpane

Of the glass house

That resides around

who I am now.



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When she’s alone

When she’s alone

she cries out

To let her feel

Her soul

Moving like water

She wants to know

How it makes its way

Through the cracks

That make up her inner canyons


Let her be inside

The ocean waves

As they crash upon

Her sandy shore

Where she can be

A part of the change

Rather than let the change

Take over her

And be left unaware


When she’s alone

She cries out

To feel the force

Of thundering floods

That break the temple

That she’s built

Inside of her

From everything

That she has been


How does it feel

To be torn apart

And to rebuild again

From a beginning that

She never expected

Eyes open wide

To see the force

Required to make

Her whole being awaken


When she’s alone

She cries out

To be released

From all that binds

And let go of what

no longer serves

And everything

is a mirror

Reflecting all

She’s been so far

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It’s time to go

It’s time to go.

Does that scare you? Did you just brush your hand down your shivering arm, now covered in goosebumps? Did you wrap yourself around whatever it is you’re holding on to just a little bit tighter?

It’s time to go.

It’s time to gently unwrap your fingers from whatever it is you were holding onto with such ferocity.

Let go and reach up to the stars instead, fingers open and tender, perhaps trembling, perhaps steady.

When you lay there sleeping, you were enough.  You’re still enough. But now that it’s time to awaken, you are ready for more.  What needs to die to allow the next phase of YOU to come into being?  There’s a warrior in you waiting to feel her first breath.  There’s a moon in you ready to wax full.  There’s a field of wildflowers in you awaiting the sun’s morning kiss.  Are you afraid to become more than you were, afraid you are dark and unholy?  You are born from the stars, do you think you shine any less than they?

Open your lips and let fresh air infuse your body.  You body is your own and no one can say its time to be more.  No one has that right except for you.

Do you wonder when is the right time to let go of who you were and become the next version of yourself? No one can answer that.

Do you find yourself raising your face to the sky and asking for  a sign that it’s time?  No one can tell you about time except for yourself, for time has its own meaning depending on if you ask a dragonfly, a tree, a fox, a river, a rock, or the stars.  And your time will differ from all of these.

Listen. Listen. Listen.

Your body knows.  Your body is tuned, whether you’re aware of it or not, to your spirit and soul.  Allow it to be a conduit and tell you the answers you so wildly seek.

A shiver.

A pulse.

A gut-feeling.

A restlessness.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

If you feel like a wild thing, then you are on the right track.  If you find you understand the language of the wolves, then you are on the right track.  If you think you feel the slightest pulse of heartbeat from deep under your bare feet on the ground, then you are on the right track.

If you are following the whispered beckoning of the wind, keep going and don’t look back.

Don’t look back, just go.

Just go.



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the moonlight effect

Wander among the trees at night
and moonlight will echo the pattern of stars
on the solid ground,
her little way of joining heaven and earth.
Under the spell of moonlight,
lovers sigh in unison
but is it a sigh of
love fulfilled or love unrequited?
Sighs delivered in moonlight
all sound the same
and one must stop thinking
to know the difference.
Constellations will tell you
old stories of lovers
meeting furtively under the watchful eyes of the moon.
Weapons laid aside,
(those words that aim straight at the heart)
lovers grievances forgotten,
the spell of moonlight
momentarily halts the pains
endured by day.
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For the love of a good dog

I’m still not sure what I did to deserve your undying affection

for you love me without shame

and do not chastise me for coming home late after work and a few beers,

but rather you lay sleeping peacefully until I wake up

and I say

‘Good morning, good morning sweet girl’

and you thump your tail and give me that good-dog grin

Sometimes I catch you looking at me, seal-slick head raised, brown eyes sly

what do your dog-eyes see in me

that gives me worth to be held in such high esteem?

Your affection gives me worth beyond earthly treasures

so though I may be worth but little in the eyes of mankind

your dog-love fills my heart beyond our planetary bounds

and for that, my whole body smiles and I ask you if you’d like to go outside

to which you respond


by knocking my books and glasses off the table with

your wildly wagging tail

and you scratch my wood floors as you attempt to run through the house to the door

Paws scrabbling cartoon-style

I’ll tell you again that I love you beyond measure

and you’ll respond the same by letting me kiss your soft nose

and smiling into my face, although I tell you (again) that I’d rather not smell your breath


What did I ever do to deserve such love in my life?



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Breathe deep

Cry out

Turn inward

Tread softly

Love freely

Run hard

Kiss sweetly

Dance wild

Touch gently

Feel fully

Laugh loudly

Cry honestly

Smile willingly

Rest often

Travel onward






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I could fall in love with you

If you want me to, I could get lost in the landscape of your eyes,

and the way your hands feel on my arm

could invite goosebumps to skin’s surface

in a physical affirmation of the words that would get caught

in the back of my throat.


Yes, I could fall in love with you.

And we would have the best of times

inviting all of ourselves to the surface

of a new relationship.


I won’t apologize for the way we’ll eventually fall apart

though both of us would try to stop it,

putting our hands over crying hearts

and trying to find just the right

material to put in place to stop our falling apart.


Or maybe, maybe we wouldn’t fall apart.

Maybe we would love each other fiercely.

Maybe you would get drunk on the scent of

my rose petal skin

and my fingers, insistent with their intentions,

would sketch words from my heart into your chest for hours.

And maybe that is how we’d spend our life together,

slowly building a tapestry.


Yes, I could fall in love with you

if you’d let me.


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