Heart

I am

a Heart person.

I see Hearts

every where –

be they

readily apparent

or visible

only

to me.

I see Hearts

that are open and soft;

some Hearts,

jagged and tender,

barely holding on.

other Hearts,

strong and courageous

beating steadily

through it all.

It is The Heart

that grounds me,

its soothing rhythm I sought

in a turbulent womb –

not ready to leave

much too soon!

forced down,

I crawled up

clung

desperately

to her pounding Heart.

authenticity

I changed

my mind –

one minute, this;

the next second, that.

not who I was just

then.

see so clearly

all ignored before.

stronger now,

found my Voice!

Grace granted –

always and with ease –

to pivot

and politely decline

in the name of

authenticity πŸ™

UTERUS

been twelve years

today

since you’ve been gone πŸ™

maceration on the in-side

then

pieces pulled out

bit by bloody bit

through three holes

drilled into

the abdomen.

from that point on,

a chapter closed:

in this Life Time,

no child

to come

through me,

pregnancy would manifest

differently.

since you’ve been gone,

much more emboldened –

the pieces of you

became my Wings πŸͺ½

πŸ™

ode to Caregivers

many reasons
the choice
to care
for another –
love,
guilt,
greed,
obligation,
tradition,
expectation.
regardless,
this work
takes much
in and from.
it tests patience
and frays boundaries,
can become
all encompassing
and, at times,
heartbreaking.
critical, caregiver,
to care for yourself
in equal measure.
fill your cup
to then pour from,
eat with abandon
to then feed
with boundless compassion.
.
πŸ™
.
❀️

abortion

abortion –
such a tender,
personal
subject.
thought about
avoiding it altogether,
yet…
nothing is random.
this prompt,
perhaps,
a nudge
from The UnSeen Realms.
“go there,” They are whispering,
“where you fear to tread.
delve,
explore,
see what is brought to
your fore.”
Thy Will be done,
and so the plunge!
disoriented, at first,
breathless.
cold, murky waters
down here.
Silence
then suddenly –
searing pain,
sadness,
heaviness,
a dull ache
deep in the Heart –
some remembrances –
vague fragments –
from a past
or future
existence.
.
πŸ™
.

for the lovers

for the Lovers
of humanity,
hold on
do not give in
to the prevailing
cynicism
and seeming
turbulence.
recall
the innate innocence
of each being
before, alas,
the inevitable
deep conditioning.
remember
the capacity
to awaken and heal –
sometimes instantaneously.
no one
is irredeemable.
the seed of Grace
lives within all.
.

friends 4eva

here we are
us Three –
finally –
in a City of Love
on our first trip.
we talked of travel
almost from the Moment
we met –
eight years ago,
brought together by –
of all things –
pasta
at a communal table,
in a tiny New York apartment
brimming
with love and vulnerability.
who knew then
that we’d be
friends 4ever
no matter where
life placed us.
.
πŸ™
.
.

let go

let go
surrender
detach
exhale
allow Life’s River
its pace.
trust
in The Great Story
your dharma
and it’s mysterious
entanglements.
we can never know
the Totality of The Journey –
bits and pieces revealed
here and there
only where
quiet resides
an intentional pause
spaces for softenings
leaning in…facing
stillness to know.

let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings πŸͺ½
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic ✨️ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love ❀️
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all πŸ™
.

meet me


meet me
there
you know where!
our secret place –
“you” are “You”
“i” am “Me” –
no masks –
open
giving
receiving –
honestly
and wholeheartedly πŸ™
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous πŸ₯³
we – each –
seen
heard
honored
held
healed
revived
revealed
patched up
and then
to that “other” world
the frenzied marketplace –
we are re-turned
with gift 🎁 bearing Hands 🫴
and Compassionate Heart ❀️
to Serve πŸ™

still Love

though bruised and battered –

still Love

confused, befuddled, disheveled –

still Love

disheartened, disillusioned, disappointed –

still Love

unhinged, undone, unkempt –

still Love

perplexed, meandering, questioning – still Love

ignored, misunderstood, un-Loved –

still Love

in the noisy-ness and messy-ness of this Life –

still Love

in perceived isolation –

still Love

to the very last breath in encasement –

only Love ❀️