How short this life

How short this life
for each of us;
how brief the moments
spent,
with those we love
and treasure,
with all that we
do have.
Such fragile, fleeting
hours and days
and months and years,
are given,
as precious gifts to
hold with care;
as we walk the path
together.

Jelly

It's just as if the jelly melts,
emotionally I mean, and
there I'm left to slosh around,
until it sets again.

Sadness

There is a sadness to the days,

a dance of grief and dreams,
of image drawn and lost again;
with nothing as it seems.
Where all is sure connected,
each atom drawn to know,
the truth of pure existence;
in you, in me.. the world.
How can there be a distance,
between my heart and yours,
a sense of separation false;
where all is one and held.

My children

I hold my children in my heart,
that place where love has built,
a world of light and truth and joy,
which nothing can reduce.
No matter if the days are dark,
or nights grow long and cold,
these precious gifts of life remain,
the greatest I have known.
A mother's love is born in hope,
to conquer pain and fear,
and offers refuge to the soul,
from birth, through life, to death.

My heart did speak

Photo: Shaun Hamer.


My heart did speak in gentle tones,
and called me to the place,
where I could know it's inner truth,
and find the source of grace.
It was a voice I could not hear
for I was turned away,
and trapped within a place of hurt,
which darkened night and day.
My heart continued yet to call,
and never left me lost,
but whispered in the endless hours,
that all could be resolved.
I had to listen, not just hear,
to see and not just look,
at self and others, all that was,
to walk the path of love.

In a word

What is it in a word which sets
the tears to fall like rain,
a deep and liquid grieving,
of long forgotten pain.

The owl

The owl in mournful song,
paid homage to moon's rise,
brought end to day so long,
drowned my love-torn cries.
It’s voice drew deep within,
the heart and soul of night,
a tone in darkness beating,
to mock my helpless plight.