My Soul Sings


the sky is on fire
the wind is whipping
o glorious day
wrap me up
in your overflowing

son of the wind
daughter of the sea
mother of the moon
father of the sun
I need to feel
I need to belong
I need to be free
I need to fly

take me home
to that space
where I remember
who I really am
not this body
not this name

my soul sings to you
a song of hope
of healing
of contentment
of joy

Here’s to the Crazy Ones~a poem by Jack Kerouac made famous by Steve Jobs

dance“Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do…”
― Jack Kerouac

be love


I wanted to devour you soul
possess you
make you mine

you taught me
to be patient
to look inward
to find that space where there is no need
to possess
or own

a place where love grows
allowed to exist
as it is meant to be

nurtured by acceptance
warmed by kindness
fed by tolerance

passion is quick
and burns out

love when it originates
from within
to kill
or extinguish

love is sufficient
unto love
it isn’t dependent on anyone

it can’t be found in another
if it doesn’t exist in you

it surrounds you
in your darkest hour
it holds you up
when you fall
it cradles you
when you know you can’t go on

it whispers to you
get up
your work here is not done

the prayer on my lips
this day and forever more
may all beings know love
may all beings be love


I saw Him


I saw him
sitting on a dirty blanket
hand out
requesting help
others would say begging
I saw him
really saw him
battered by addiction
battered by this world
it wasn’t the coin
he craved
I felt his longing
for kindness
to be seen
to matter to someone
A man in a suit
tossed him a business card
“if you want money, I’ll give you a job”
he arrogantly stated
the suited man walked on
feeling empowered
the other man had lost
another piece of his dignity

I walked over to the man
I had nothing to give
but my smile
he took my smile
and he saw me
really saw me
and just for a brief blissful moment
we forgot our societal hierarchy
and become one
I carry him with me
a reminder
to see the divine
in every person I see
especially the down trodden
the homeless
the addicted
because I so clearly see
there but for the grace of the divine, go I

Graceless Lady

edvard-munch-scream-thumbGraceless Lady
i tried to break through
your armor of hate and discontent
i lost myself in your dark abyss
easily forgetting
as an individual
separate from you
i felt a responsibility to you
i tried to hold your pieces together
their sharp edges cut deep
i saw into your tormented soul
the suffering in your eyes
shattered me
i crawled away to lick my wounds
our faith broken
our exit anticlimactic
no bitterness
no regrets
just a knowing
of a karma completed
there was no turning back
no re-joining to be done
i gave you all that I had
I finally got my freedom
and I flew away without looking back

change me?

imageschange me?
do you think you can?
do you think you should?
I have been hand crafted by life
exactly as I am supposed to be
in this moment
in this life
every scar a reminder
of what I can endure
every experience a lesson
in love
in pain
in ecstasy
no, I wish not to be changed
by you
I may be changed because
of you
but I will not change to be
with you