Here and There

Sometimes you need to look “over there” in order to see what is “here”.

Practical Questions

Diamond sun rising inside small black pyramids. 4 birds or 5? One-bird looks forward Standing under understanding… Practical questions measuring the distance between trees. One-bird looks back… thickly through painted blue… Keeping the Book of Wishes. And on this first day of a New Year, wishing all of you a year fulfilled […]

Bird’s Children

Children born between words holding jeweled feathers. Left facing ruby suspended… a bird’s eye view of rec-tangled flags hanging on a wing and a prayer.

the door

Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk of remembering your name. Things look at you doubly and you must look back and let them happen. If you do not go through it is possible to live worthily to maintain your […]

Valuing What Matters

“August: You know, somethings don’t matter that much…like the color of a house…But lifting a person’s heart–now that matters. The whole problem with people–“ Lily: They don’t know what matters and what doesn’t… August:…They know what matters, but they don’t choose it…The hardest thing on earth is to choose what matters.” Sue Monk Kidd, The […]

holding the centre

Holding the centre Redbird glows blue. A lace scribbled mandala dissolves into falling water finding the Birthplace of swirling stars.

First Word

First Word Rose Baby’s first word Faintly blue and Rightly torn. Looking out over a hidden smile. Tiny yellow sun Floats Above Whitecaps Below.

heart flowers

In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator. In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting to stride out of a cloud and lift its wings. The kookaburras, pressed against the edge of their cage, asked me to open the door. Years later I remember how I didn’t do it, […]

Time Watching Bird

A bird. Rests. Blue water nest. Enveloped in words. Feeling feathers, string and steel. Waiting and weighted. Spinning a web, a mandala, as birds watch Time.

A nicely burning home

April Dream Last night my house was burning. Could not find one precious thing to grab and find comfort in. And when the torrential rain hammered out the flames, I was angry with its self-righteous interference. My house is still burning. And where it is whole, I have not found all the rooms, closets […]