“i want to go home, mother,
i whisper,
i am very tired.
i,
a little girl with a pony tail,
always skipping to find gifts
of glee,
enter the circle of grey mists
into clouds that never sleep.
only to wake up.
again.
forever in-between.”

“embraced by
the kindness of
impotence.
and
its strength.
i watch the rain.
and mourn.
what could have been. ”

“painting is alchemy…..it transforms a buttress into a raft…
there is no one shore to arrive at…
there is no one buttress/raft to take you there…
there is the willingness to sit still and travel…
with your essence as your guide…
even if you lose your compass…
the alchemy will shape you…
as you moor…
Perpetually…”

“marking dust, I transit.
ephemeral death in life,
as life is, in death.
floating bare and clear,
finally.
recording vacuum.
in Time and with Rhythm,
gently.”

“it is not the rat
strumming from your window
you should be afraid of.
it is the rat
within us all
living happily
devouring
and waving its tail
that catches us
unawares.
moments
of great tension
when we are called upon
to choose
we do not dream then
but dance to the holy place
tilting our mirror
intoxicated
by our own worth.”

“a new intimacy
with strangers
who hear
distant voices
and nod
in recognition.
voices
that listen
as the circle
expands
containing
and evolving
our very
quiet
conversation.”

“a force
all seeing
holds me dear
and close.
enough to wander
through the forest
and wade.”

“your voice
gentle and soft
touches
corners meant
to be invisible
even to me”

“the fear of togetherness
dissipates in a sea of
intricacies
woven by time
the spider
of truths
and blessings.
frozen, etched and melted
burning from within
forming candles
inside mountains
drumming a glow
of understanding.
being there, almost.”

“i was born
yesterday
with a memory
of life
before sunsets
you were born
on a lake
of silky waters
as deep as the ocean”

“love me
as you would
a tree
take me to your castle
and let me
touch
your fragrance
as you
sleep”

“mother embraces me
before her own birth
gives way to a love so fluid
it squares my circle.
intricate, wondering, cajoling,
life envelopes
me.”

“a waterfall
teasing and touching
meets a pond
shimmering and still
in expectant uncertainty”

“i am learning to live
within the sounds of words
not to share them
but to relish them
as companions
of an immeasurable
solitude.
craft as verb
and craft as process
and craft as attitude.
and craft as pure thought.
in isolation.
in space.
floating in a geometry of sound.”

“it is not all about us
though we have to travel
inwards to immense depths
to realize that.
it is about questioning
and honest mirroring.
emerging lighter
though much indebted
wishing only to smile
and bend with the rustling leaves
and join the wind.”

“silence.
letting me know beyond words.
how to understand the rules
of nothingness.
better.”

“i kiss the hand
that digs the earth
and bathes me
in red
gentle voice
caressing
without words
cleansing my spirit
with light
i wear your clothes
to protect
the mist which
envelops my body
tender touch
cover me
with your stillness
and let me love you”

“my childhood gave me
a crystal bowl
for safekeeping
i broke the rim
it’s healing”

“the devil was sleeping with me
last night.
it was blue in color.
and rough.
i felt like a snake.
pointed
though nauseous
i wrote a few kind
emails
as I woke.”

“only the birdsong remains
screaming gently
of yellow surrender
through ashes
softly”