Sun Clouds

Expansion

First Rain

Spring Light

Light Within

The Wounded Healer

I woke with old wounds
fresh, like the sharp scent
of newly cut flowers

These scars carried for life times
I finally embrace and hold you
with compassion, and forgiveness

I hold your weight
a lump in my throat
an ache in my chest
needs unmet
voices unheard
fiery temper:

the child hiding in fear

I cradle the stinging edges
of my backside
I take in the sheer blunt force of your words

I am the wounded healer
I choose to breathe in peace
to allow the golden light of spirit and source
comfort the torn edges inside
with love and understanding

I take in the brilliance
allow my roots to flow into the center of the universe
where I am safe and perfect

I am the wounded healer

 

 

Spirit Love

Falling Stars

star after star
how beautiful
are the fallen ones

Spring and Summer…

spring against my back
the vibrations
of a hummingbird

 

 

scrolling my page
a little black bug
observes my words

 

 

spring afternoon
a greeting
from the yard cat

 

 

she says goodbye-
rose petals
in the dirt

 

 

house finch
the wind chimes
through the garden

 

 

too much wine-
dizzy from all the birdsong
this summer morning

 

 

bickering in flight..
a blur of emerald and ruby
around the feeder

 

 

his arms around me
the mountain ridges-
a light pink sunset

 

 

waning moon
the silence
of a sleepless night

 

 

never wanting
to change itself
desert rose

 

 

separate rooms-
a distance greater
then the moon

 

 

these days
the only happiness
at my bird feeder

 

 

shards of glass
how quickly I pull away
from his touch

 

 

my tears…
rose petals
against a pond

 

 

garden buddha
in its palms
fallen petals

 

 

spring morning my thoughts drifting bumblebee

 

 

worn out
faded patches
of sky
I sit hidden beneath
a blooming tree

 

 

tiny fountain
the stillness
of a fern

 

 

walking outside
a melody of wind chime
over and over
a deep longing to love
myself a little more