Heart’s Flame

My Heart’s Flame …rekindled stirs a vailed Magica purifying Flamethat joins Stone and Water and Wind to burn clean my soulevokes the flow of Infinitythat pours forth from other worldsFear itself bows before itas a perpetually unfolding universe collapses in this moment while these words bloom in your mind

morning Prayer

In the quiet darkness of dawn as the birds wake slowly to join me and the morning star heralds the birth of a new day …there You are I breathe you to the root of me where my ancestors reside They know you Our Autumnal embrace Whispers of what we once were what we might…

the Word

It’s here in the quiet of this empty roomShe whispers through the window to greet mewith the gift of strength and foresightIn the waxing light of dayThe brush of her cheek to mine and I remember LoveThe cool September morning that heralds FallAnd with it, reflection, the looks withinLord I am not worthy to receive…

Letter to MAPS

I’ve worked with people with disabilities in some capacity my whole adult life. Through this work I’ve developed an empathy for all people and an awareness that we all experience life uniquely, through whatever physical modalities available to us. It’s from this center I started to relate to others. But what surprised me was that…

light the Way

A beckoning from the mountain that echoes through the hollowSails deep into the depths of me and stirs voices long since silencedWakening daemons bedded in fear and shakes moths from their eyesOn bended knee in reverence of the flow that sets fire to my soulIt’s in these moments I live and radiate the wonder of…

The Mirror

I sit and reflect. It’s the crest and trough, the ebb and flow and the between that’s life. We stumble over heredity and ingrained reaction, as our essence struggles for expression. How did we stray so far? In what quiet hours in the morning do we glimpse God. And by what Grace can we keep…

be you

the flood waters recede and the banks of the river reveal their treasures while the gentle flow’s babbling soothes my once rapacious mind. i turn back and look up river at the rapids that almost did me in after those long traveled wanderings landed me on her banks. when all at once the splendor and…

what fear grips me

the fear of lack or losing. the fear of the great mystery. what’s just around the bend. the fear you’ve told of and i’ve accepted. the fear that crept in from the west. amongst which I write. without direction of purpose to put words out into the world. set lose to find their place to…

the way home

these words whispered to the coursing winds like dust blown clear across the plains landing in foreign fields settling at the roots of giants scuffed onto the hoof of the great white beast and all at once every particle’s sacred every being sees it’s self in your eyes …you lay down your guns The past…

Autumnal Lament

I can’t say what made me go out in the woods that day, barefoot and without my glasses. It was nearly dawn and the fog still lingered in the cove. The ground was covered in pine needles, soft and damp on my feet. I broke form a clearing to find what had been calling me.…