Is it I? Is it You?

Search for genuine, seek the true — Is it I? Is it you? Keen like goldilocks, fish for clues — I’m a spy; join my crew? Hug the art-of-be, unleash “do” — Savor pie, “Ballyhoo!” False masks insulate, conceal their “Boo!” — Who am I? Come unglued Learn of La Loba, lost bones her brew — She tends my cry, sings to imbue Toes in earth sienna, Eyes on sky blue Here am I, Where are you? Heed bird medicine, Hear owl’s, “Who” — I can fly, Bid adieu Head toward the rainbow all her hues — embraces I, welcomes…


Dwelling on much today as I celebrate my son who turns thirteen on this International Day of Women. What a gift to be his mom and I hope I can live into this poem to pass on the torch of justice, wholeness and Divine Love to him and his brother.

You and the Stars

The stars danced the salsathe night you were designed —Aware that they were part of you,you, a part of them. The stars glowed brightwhen your form came into being —When you mattered, purelybecause you became matter. The stars shone upon youas you walked your childhood steps —Glistened their watchful devotiondespite your fleeting glance. Those billion year old orbs of flourescent juice followed your figure as you figured it out — Gave you direction a blink at a timefor your weary traveling bones. This very ordinary day The stars beam pale rays over you,their constellation of story sings —Urges you to…

Honoring the Past Year (and her colorful embrace)

Twelve months ago,a brisk January beginning,a gift in her hand.“Open it”, she swoons.Wrappings fell to the floor,a box lid yawns wide,reveals a rainbow blanket splayed in glory,a present of presence. “Let’s switch places,” she poses.My clenched grip of striving unfurls, Iplace my efforts on the golden altar.Allow her, the new year,to swaddle me close in a colorful embrace.She places me on her lap,spins her song of beauty, places silky medicine in my heart. Upside down,cocooned for a year —Anointed with color,the paint of cosmic swirls shifting cells, metaphors ofancient stories unlock theirmystery of knowing through the gatewayof an unadorned canvas….