Forgotten Seed

Beneath the cement 
is a forgotten seed 
that patiently waits
for our creation 
to crack and bleed 
It is then that our blood
seeps into the earth 
calling out to the seed 
‘It’s time to give birth!’
The truth has been hidden 
and stored away 
under the heavy roads 
and carefully poured walkways 
But now it must rise 
make love with the air 
sing out to the world 
‘I am here, naked and bare!

Conversation with a Tiny Little Leaf



every little thing

even this tiny little leaf

cracks and shatters

into an otherworldly smile

enticing us to look deeper

It pulls at the truth

embedded deep in our bones

that we are not who we THINK we are

Between our broken pieces

is a space so vast

that only what is real can exist

The rest just crumbles and falls away

and in return you just smile back

at the tiny little leaf

who knows you more than you know



Vision of the night

wanderer of the streets

When our eyes met

it was I

who had nothing

even in your suffering

you are given all that you need


help me let go

trust I will be cared for

fed and clothed

like the bird

who is provided for without worry

it’s home nestled safely in its chest

carried wherever it goes


the tattered clothes

sunken eyes

weathered skin

God lives within you


you are alike the holy

closer to God than most

and just when I am about to leave

his presence burns through ‘me’

his mangled hands reach into

the vast space within me

“You are Love.”

A bit of String 

The light above from whence we came is often a tiny speck

Easily ignored

Often forgotten

But please! Look up!

From inside our dark cave

descending and addressed to each one of us is a letter tied to a thin piece of string

‘You are made from love. To love. To be loved. I love you, remember?

Read within the shadows by the light our hearts

We marvel, that a tiny bit of string could be strong enough

to pull us out of darkness and be our saving grace

Foreign Land 

Hurled onto your rough rocky shore
You speak another language I yearn to understand 

But regardless of my understanding your hand dips into my soul and stirs 

Sometimes gently other times whrilling and whipping 

You will bring the things I’ve allowed to sink to the surface 

To be cast into the sea as feed for its wild creatures 

I feel heavy like an ancient tree washed ashore to be moved solely by God’s will 

The Stars are my Witness


Arrange the freshly baked muffins. Check. 

Sweep away the microcosms of hard work. Check. 

Wipe away the evidence of toil.  

Lock the doors. 

Close the gate.  

Check. Check. Check. 


Breath of fresh air 


The chirping Frogs and Crickets replace my thoughts  


I turn on the flashy lights on my new bike and stroll the streets

It is dark and I am ashamed to say that the stars surprised me 

“Yes! We have been here the whole time!” 

Awe melts into a smile 


The cool air whips past me  

My ears, nose, fingers, and Spirit is touched by an enlivening chill   

My brow unfurls 

Opening the invisible eye to an ‘invisible’ world 


Go into the shed.  

Lock up the bike. 

Smile back at my smiley face reflective sticker.


I watch myself walk past the front door and go down to the water

I sit on a rock 

The Owls fly between the darkness of the stars 

I feel this to be true 


The dome above me is studded with gentle eyes  

You worked hard today.” 

I can feel their words and they are steeped in laughter  

I smile again, amazed at how I have shot out of a concrete tunnel and into a mystical reality  

There is a Sea Otter below me crunching on something with such delight 

I can feel it’s delight

We share this moment  

With the Crickets and Frogs 

With the blips and splashes in the water 

With the distant hum of the humans driving their cars 

And with the Owl, whose call pierces my heart before it reaches its lover



Somewhere between the toil and beauty is a space so vast yet densely packed with wonder 

It carries away the heavy lists made to be checked  

It settles a throbbing mind down into the natural beat of the chest  


The night would not be complete without the heavy breathing of a Harbor Seal on a midnight hunt 

I know how it feels  

The Distant Shores of the Heart


Peering inwards
I saw the heavy black clouds of an encroaching storm
The vast ocean of thought will surely be aggravated
Thrashing against the mind and throwing waves of unrest
Upon the distant shores of the heart

This thoughtful premonition
Floated towards me
Bringing with it murky churning waters
I grasped for it as it appeared to be the only thing afloat
Climbed onto its slippery surface
Holding on for life

Eyes tightly closed
I wanted the storm to end!
Tired and weary I had no more strength
I slipped into the water

I was carried by the waves to the distant shores of the heart
Where the waves were tenderly received as a kind of Morse code
The heart beat slowed calming the restless waters
The beautiful island sent a message
Towards the heavens in dancing ribbons of light
Decoded: Peace lives here