Posted in New Work, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Just Before Sunrise

I decided not to meditate this morning.

Instead, I sat outside breathing the crisp, cool, autumn air

and watched the dawn paint the sky with its cotton candy colors

while the leftover silvery beams of the moon’s light

began to dampen and fade to wisps

becoming the shimmering dew on the grass, the sparkling diamond droplets on the spiders’ silken webs,

And the sleepy mistiness of the early day that

always comes just before sunrise.

Posted in New Work, Poetry

Heart Lingo β™‘

My heart writes in invisible ink;
You can’t see its lingo
with simply a naked eye,
but you can feel its songs
if you get close enough…

If you only touch,
you’ll find the drumbeats
your fingertips are always playing
and the rhythms
our souls dance to.