Shadow dancers…

“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

shadow dancers 2

Shadow dancers
on the shore,
flowing with Earth’s encore,
gliding over silvery sands,
wanderers in a graceful expanse,
nimbly stepping
ocean mists,
keeping watch
while the tides shift,
seeing beyond this mortal coil,
beyond chaos,
beyond turmoil!

Peering into mystical realms,
above the breakers,
past the swells.
Where darkness
gives way to light,
and every Earthling


“Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.”― Rumi


Cerise vygies caught my eye,
just a stranger passing by,
falling for their dreamy hues,
could this be my current muse?
On my knees again,
in the sand,
I held this treasure in my hands…


Woodland goddess

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

woodland goddess

With outstretched arms she stroked the heavens,
in flurries of untold blessings.

Beneath her awnings of shady solace,
a quietly
woodland goddess…

…where magic flickered
in her midst
with winsome moves she gently kissed,
the many suitors
who sought her shade,
under emerald canopies
they played…

in nonchalant moods of such delight,
she smiled
and swayed
from unruffled heights…


Quiet reflections…

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”― Rumi

butterfly closeup

soaring heavenward
on luminous
butterflies hover
and prickle my skin.

mellow nuances fill the air,
quiet reflections
that have
no cares…

I put my trust
in sacred
vibrant colors
and furry limbs.

tiny creatures whose
lives are
brought to my senses
on holy ground…

Finding peace…

“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.
You might recall what it’s like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person’s eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past, or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.”
― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart


On holy grounds of mourning, miracles exist,
belief in a knowing that faith will persist.

Watching for signs in the supernatural flow,
hope inclines with sacred gifts bestowed!

The awakened heart envisions light getting in,
mysterious breath of life, even closer than my skin…

Silent Sunday

fields of bright daisies

if you should find yourself complaining
and discontent
go out into fields of happy flowers
and see how they follow the sun
see how their faces glow at midday
like sun worshipers
dancing in the gentle breeze
and let blessings fall
like blossoms all around you  #Rumi
in gratitude
kneel on the soft ground and be thankful
for you are wonderfully made
He who has placed His favor on you
and gives you new mercies everyday…..