From The Inside Out


When I take the time to look inside, instead of outside,

I find miraculous things.  Things I never have seen before,

Feelings I never have noticed and rules I never have followed.

Oftentimes they are the feelings and rules I have imposed on others but never followed myself.

Others whom I say I know well and in my arrogance convince myself that I know how they think,

And feel but in reality, my assumptions are baseless and I realize

That it is only me who I can ever know…

But only from the inside out.

My Mind


My mind has become my enemy,

One that shares this space inside of me but cares not for my well-being.

It turns night into day, lust into love, wants into envy,

Truth – my truth – into lies.

It whispers in my left ear, words

My right side, it knows, will reject.

In the beginning, my human beginning, my mind

Was my friend, my ally, my confidant, but no more.


So I spend my time sitting and focusing on my

Return to that initial, eternal being,


And when that process is complete,

My mind will return to its natural state as my life navigator and soul companion.

Its taunting will stop, its search for drama will cease,

Its creation of a hundred hurtful scenarios a day will end,

And once again, as it was in the beginning,

It will become my friend.


It Waits

It waits with patience hands

Outside our knowing, waiting to be let in.

Its story is always the same,

Its truth dependable but not always what we want to hear.

There is no hypocrisy, no deceit in its soul.

It is the soul that fills the void, that encompasses the eternal.

It exists in rhythms of time, tides of dependability,

Cycles of freedom and seasons of hope.

It can be ignored, but never escaped and so it waits,

In beauty and joy, in bliss and acceptance, in love and peace,

For us to wake up and realize it is but a mirror of ourselves,

The face of our existence, the light in our souls,

The essence of our being

Before we were born.

Silver Smoke

Bright blue sky holds the

Silver gray smoke from the chimney.


Golden leaves fall in

Showers from the trees and


Dry brown leaves dance with each other in circles

On faded green grass.


I sit here alone, watching, smelling, seeing and smiling.

A gray squirrel chatters at me from the edge of the forest, what is he saying?


The day is getting late and my house now sits in the shadows.

With the sun in my face, I can barely make it out.


It’s as if it has blended back into the woods

From which it was made.


All that remains is the red chimney, the silver smoke

And the chatterind squirrel.


My place in all of this is erased, and unneeded, it will all carry on without me.

The petunias continue to climb over the iron rooster’s back in defiance of my will,


Or what they perceive to be my will.


I think I’ll go inside now and make more silver smoke.


All the Light of a Million Suns


His hands are weightless

His smile, eternal.


His eyes hold all the stars in the universe,

All the light of a million suns.


His energy charges every cell in my body and

His love powers and drives my nightly dreams.


When he speaks to me, his words feel like a warm soft blanket

Draped  with love over my shoulders.


His voice comes to me in the silence of meditation telling me to stop,

To let it all go.


He tells me that good will only come to me

After I throw out and reject the darkness.


He watches in silence and sadness as

I try but fail over and over…


He knows he can’t do it for me.

I know I can’t do it for myself.



Still Believing

She feels like an endangered species,

While she waits, still believing in love,

She hides beneath the ordinary

Remaining the one who is always overlooked.

The well of love she holds is full,

Free for giving, free to be taken, to be emptied with limitless refills.

Yet still she waits, wanting to hope, yet not daring to,

Trying hard not to expect, knowing it may never be.

Loving yet never loved,

Loving alone,

Yet still believing.



The magic of the night.

The brilliance of its darkness, the darkness of its light.

My soul is deep in the arms of midnight

Too deep to see,

To blind to know, with cries

Too silent to be heard.

I am astounded by the simplicity of the night,

But shocked by its truth.

So much time has passed with too little thought.

Now it is gone,

Forever to remain  – unnoticed.

After All


It rolls out in waves from

One thought to another.

It remains as one heart flowing into the other

Then back again to me.

It travels by glowing starshine that lights its way

Through the darkest nights only to

Leave me at dawn as sunshine brings back the true sight,

Sound and taste of its love.

But as it leaves, its absence is not sad as the void left behind is open,

Open to every other possibility love can explore.

It becomes a love bigger than me in spite of its misplaced attention

And I see that it was meant for me, after all.

It’s Back

It is back!

It has been gone so long, I thought it had forgotten me and

Had left me behind to wonder

And miss it,

To search for its faltering presence and

To long for its comfort.

My wanting and longing kept it away.

My acceptance of its absence, for its own reasons, not mine, brought it back.

I must resist the urge to hold it close

To crush it with my desperate need.

For its need for me is as strong

As my need for it.

The un-manifest became manifest.

There Must Be A Reason

Music flows through my head,

My heart and soul follow.

The notes run together

Like stepping stones through a fountain,

Happily skipping their way

Across the vibrating waters of sound.

They bring order to the chaos of noise

And joy to the count of beats.

Music brings happiness in melodies that linger and

Form the foundation of memories.

Everything, when set to music,

Is easier to remember.

Why is that?

There must be a reason.