Gloriously Ruined…

“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
― Rumi


I’ve met some humans,
though not blind,
scarred and broken
yet unconditionally kind…

with light
engulfed in grace
gathered by love
and worthy of embrace…

Uncluttered with pride,
not vain
aglow with beauty,
acquainted with pain…

Freed from judgment
gloriously ruined
with mercy
tenderly fluid…


In the nuance of evening…

“We are all just walking each other home.”
― Ram Dass

the nuance of evening

In the nuance
of evening,
collect your thoughts,
in gentleness
and compassion,
stay the course…

In kindness to yourself
and each
living being,
no negativity
should darken
inspired ways of seeing…

And soak
up nature,
feel the earth
beneath your feet,
taste the sweet ambrosia
of merciful beats…

Sing out of tune
when nobody’s home,
let your mind
and your body roam.

Forgive quickly
when offended
by some,
guard against hatred,
and in love
a transcended being
filled with light,
of darkness
or the foreboding
of night…

Awaken in the mornings
knowing you survived,
perhaps undone
by suffering,
but fully alive…

I wanted to be famous…


I wanted to be famous
the talk
of the town,
hand out my autograph
like a queen with her crown…

Just to be noticed
by those
in the know,
a celebrity rock star,
with her very own show…

But as I’ve grown older,
I’m happy
to say,
I’m a star in my own right,
with an acclaimed cabaret…the birds
are my chorus
in the early morn,
with dazzling
I’m seriously adorned…

My fans waft past me in pale yellow hues,
dancing to the movement of a popular muse…

Young *hadedas
who write their own scores,
bellow out compliments,
I’ve heard their applause…

The grass
in the fields
worships my feet,
with gestures of praise…I am quite replete…

I’m the star performer, when the moon peeps out,
with floodlit glory,
she is quite devout…

and when stars
I’m part of their show,
made of fine stardust,
with a

*The hadada or hadeda ibis (Bostrychia hagedash), is an ibis found in Sub-Saharan Africa. It is named for its loud three to four note calls uttered in flight especially in the mornings and evenings when they fly out or return to their roost trees.

Bravely glowing

“And when we come to search for God, Let us first be robed in night, Put on the mind of morning To feel the rush of light Spread slowly inside The color and stillness Of a found world.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings

particles of light

Besieged by memories and images of woe,
I let them move
and I watch them flow…

In moments of terror,
when life is opaque,
in death’s dark valley…my emotions quake.

Many moons of sorrow, of locust swarms,
untold suffering
harbingers warned,
the scattering of beings
into translucent dust
where radiance gathers and substance combusts.

Beyond foreboding
across gossamer veils
illuminated guides
on coherent trails,
where particles hover
and faith ignites
they bravely glow,
in relationship with light…



Old Fashioned

mari's emporium

Old fashioned vibes down country lanes,
Mari’s Emporium,
she can explain.
Frocks for dances and weddings too,
the swinging sixties,
just wait in the queue!

Back to the old days
when fabric was cheap
one of a kind garments
always unique.
Tailored for your pleasure
in any style,
something casual
or perhaps versatile?
Gone are the days when we designed our own,
unstitch the hem
when we had outgrown.

I remember Gran pinning lace to her dress,
it was her secret
later confessed,
restyling clothes,
that had gone out of fashion
dressed to the nines,
she looked rather smashing…

A dedication…

This is a dedication to friends who have touched my life deeply…

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”― Marcel Proust

groundless abstractions

Bobbing grasses in the fields,
softly speaking,
my breath yields,
to groundless abstractions of the air
brave refractions
that pried open
closed minds
and left vain regret behind…

to swim forever in cosmic seas,
where every tribe and tongue is free
and grace-filled blessings are all around,
where mercy’s found.

forgiveness in the atmosphere,
peace and love everywhere…

I’ve lost some friends along the way,
it’s just a pity they couldn’t stay
but pastures on the other side,
with visions

I’ve learned to set aside my dreams,
to free flow
with living streams,
and abide by nature’s
and the vastness of each soul’s expanse…


It’s like the time…

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
― Bob Marley

dancing queen

It’s like the time
when I knew each song,
naive notions
that nothing could go wrong.
Music playing on turntables,
I was dreaming of being famous!
And I danced to the beat of Night Fever,
spurned lovers,
lonesome dreamers.
Pop posters on my walls
connected with
the live applause
I always was a dancing queen,
just seventeen!

I lived in unchained melodies,
and blues
my therapy.
Seeking solace in soul lyrics,
confessions of
a teenage spirit,
to learn the truth at seventeen
that love was meant
for beauty queens,
a shock
for girls with freckled faces
yoked into
a friendless matrix.
Enthralled by revolution songs…
so really,
what could go wrong?