Facing Myself [puente*]

the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash

Wellspring of Joy

The wellspring of joy runs deep inside where darkness obscures the water, but you can draw up this stillness to drink when you need to nourish your heart It may take time to lower the bucket, to reach the water deep in the well; a calm companion can aid your efforts to keep you from … More Wellspring of Joy

Everyday Tempos

  tick tock Thich Nhat Hanh a rhythmic metronome, meditation’s cadence tick tock keyboard clicks emerging words reflect expressions of my thoughts tick tock beating heart listen to vibrations pulsing through the cosmos tick tock bedroom clock white noise in my chamber footsteps to a dreamland         Read more about Thich Nhat … More Everyday Tempos

Let Me In, Let Me In

The yellow lab trumpets his request “Let me in, let me in,” until the red door opens where he comes in from the cold into warmth Loving kindness whispers her request “Let me in, let me in” until my heart opens and she transforms my apathy into concern The photo captures the dog across the … More Let Me In, Let Me In

Unintentional Hearts

I found a piece of heart-shaped chocolate that lacked heart-shaped intent, an accident of manufacturing like the heart-shaped stones my friend collects are accidents of weathering.   I find my own heart changing shape polished by exposure from the seasons of my years. Constancy is a barren desert; I prefer evolving fate, the unintentional change … More Unintentional Hearts

Poet’s Heart

I heard the family approach before I saw them, the lilt of their Hindi phrasing interspersed with soft laughter. I was on a boardwalk trying to photograph a tuft of new grass growing in wetland mud. Green shoots reached through a tee-pee of the brittle beige remains of its predecessors. I evaluated several angles for … More Poet’s Heart

Heart’s Content

I have a busy heart loving others sometimes aching, sometimes breaking sometimes bursting with pleasure except for one quiet chamber curled into a soft circle like a sleeping, purring kitten safe from my desires an alcove beyond ego where I can be content with contentment.