Seeing Beyond the Ordinary

Discover the Beauty in Each Day

The Path

Sacred energy flowing through,

walking the path,

leads us to…

the promised land

of golden dust,

lights the way,

allowing trust.

Ancients stood here

long before,

leaving soul prints,

always seeking,

sensing promise,

on the cusp.

Yielding forward,

transformation occurs,

binding our soul group

to the core.



The Voice Within

I write the verse

in dead of night,

the very words

will save a life,

and future souls,

to keep the faith,

burning the light.

Imagine darkness

without music,

without art,

paint a picture

of the world…

without love.

To begin again,

from day to day,

know it is the only way,

a calling,

a mission,

a driving force…

the word of ancients

tells us how,

and sends us forth.

Bid the tiny voice within,

you have a gift,

listen quietly,

now embark,

on the journey

of your life,

know its right,

with little choice.

Golden Halo

Golden halo guards the night

Sentry of the silent light…

Growing, breathing, spreading warmth,

Clouds of Heaven send us forth!




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Until the dawn

the moon awakes,

finding unrest in those

of little faith,

wondering wherein lies their fate.

Waking, pacing, in the night,

moonglow lights the path,

of sleeplessness…

a bit of comfort

barely kept,

in the hearts of those who leapt,

to the call of well lit nights,

creeping in to help the fight….

of worry.

Now the dawn

it does hush the mind…

calling forth another time,

when life was simple, quiet and small,

guiding hearts  toward a wall,

where upon a name is writ,

circling doubt at heaven’s way,

how can this be,

is what they say.

But, as we go

remember this,

we are not alone,

and in those moments of darkness,

close your eyes and feel the pull,

taking you to an inward bliss.

See the light surrounding all,

know the way is there, but to say,

I trust, I love with Faith its clear,

Today is the day,

I know the way.

Departures and Grief

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I’ve been preoccupied with death today. More accurately with grief.

A colleague found out on Monday that her sister had died. Based on what they know so far, she died in her sleep. The sister had not suffered with a long-time illness. She was healthy in all appearances. Strong, happy, and healthy is how my colleague described her. Happy. This adjective is the least meaningful in a diagnosis, but it is still so important to the people that love her. “She was happy, how could she die?” or “At least she had a happy life.”

To get that call — someone you love has died. Not a death you were expecting. Not an elder come sweetly to the end of their winter. Not the afflicted finally at peace. She was strong, happy and healthy. And now she is gone.

But you are still here — waiting your turn or running…

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National Poetry Month: Make a Commitment

Celebrating National Poetry Month!

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National Poetry Month begins today! You can make a commitment to learning more poetry by deciding to read, write, or contemplate poetry every day in April.   The Academy of American Poets asks us to kick off the celebration by reading these poems about the art of poetry:

  Tweet me here which one you like best and why!
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Heart song

Love is harsh in earthly realms,

in darkness of the soul,

waiting for the dawn to take,

a meaning we longed for ….

through night’s embrace.

Open eyes,

open heart,

when determined to depart.

Tis the age old mystery of love,

how and when will it grow?

Through the days

of whispering fears,

guiding actions,

some filled with tears.

Do we know the path to take?

Will we, should we,

but forsake…

the pact made when all was grand,

now in ashes upon the sand.

Turn your head,

and see beyond,

not what is before your eyes,

close them to look,

for sweetest dawn.

Feel the vibration

of your knowing,

Feel the light…

do you have what it takes

to fight?

If you do,

will you take a stand

for your heart?

Little else matters

but to right

the wrongs leveled,

upon the few,

never asking for gain,

only aiding,

those we love,

in heartfelt vows,

to be together even in pain.

Now is when we feel the most,

turning inward,

readying for flight,

but standing strong

to shine our light.


Dreams escort us

though the night,

see the fairies

in skylight,

glowing, twinkling, ever so,

then its time to let them go.

Upon awakening

we feel the thread,

was it real ?

or a beautiful vision?

Teasing us into oblivion,

there to wander

peace filled and light,

to build our world

from beyond the veil,

now back down to earth,

with eye opening scale.

Believe its time,

Believe your worth,

We are all responsible

to share the dream,

to silence the dark,

to open the door,

to make a new world …

forever more.


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