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a prayer is the beat of a heart (audio 3:02)

a prayer is just another way of saying yes,to beneficial outcomesto the mist of a dew-filled morningto the rise of the question and the answer deferredto so-called obstacles designed to keep you on your way a prayer is a vision upheld – no more, no less,a promise that spring will arrive on the heels of…

stop knocking at locked doors (audio 3:28)

i no longer need to knock at locked doorsthey hold nothing for me nowand the scars on my once-bandaged and bloodied handshave healed nicely(thanks for asking) i walk with honor through arched openings,into the waiting arms of gracious invitations i stridesmiles greet me, borne aloft by the weightlessness of opening heartswhat took you so long?(the…

What Your Dance of Life Looks Like (audio 4:00)

It looks like nothing, this untrammeled everythingIt looks like yesterday and tomorrow and today,This infinite emptinessThis looking at the sun through bosomy clouds parked at the curbwearing yellow boots of steel This staring into the darkness and sensing that no one, no thingIs available to meet your gaze,This moment you believe you occupy,It looks like…

you are the prayer (audio 2:34)

You can prayor be the prayer Singor be the song Ask the searching questionsor live the unmistakable answers in every moment You were placed here for a purpose beyond all purposea hope beyond all hopeyou are the very breath of Creationand the unfolding of Eternity Nothing is about youand everything is Nothing is certainsave the…

How The Men Want To Fly! (audio 3:13)

I am holding men’s hearts in my hands these daysrunning my fingers over toughened scar tissue,tracing the rutted pathways of emotion run roughshodand breathlessly lingering when I feel myselfsinking into soft spots around the edges The braille of a man’s heartis not so different from my own They come one after another,dragging their piecemeal armoron the ground…

3 Songs from India Arie, Goddess of Light & Sound

Thirsting for music that showers you with light, love, and radiance? Here are three renditions by the incomparable India Arie that I posted back in the day. First, Arie in a 2006 live performance of James Taylor’s “The Secret of Life” at an event honoring Taylor. These lyrics have always slayed me in the best…

It is safe now to rest (audio 2:31)

The world not only spins these daysIt spirals and tumbles end over end,flinging predetermined tipping points into premature disarray The clocks and measuring sticks of your mindmelt like popsicles in the mouth of the sunThe molasses of complacency chokes its wayinto long-abandoned runnels,Your intuition leaps out of bounds,over causeways,in a hurtling gallop toward the unseen…

more than you wish to hear (audio 3:58)

This poem first appeared as The Naked Truth. Perhaps this is more than you wish to hear That your origins began eons before you were assigned this bodyThat people around you are holograms orlaboratory-created hominoids,When you voiced questions there were no answersUntil you stopped asking and simply acceptedeverything you were told It came at you from…

True Love’s Gifts (audio 3:25)

Here are your gifts, sweet blessed child,Now laid upon you fair and wildYou shall love, be loved, in equal measureGather pockets filled with earthly pleasureStep with supple grace through Beauty’s wayAnd rest serene where’ere you lay. In this sachet the woodbine whispersHoneyed words now whiff, now bow,To tuck within your flaxen bodicePress upon your rumpled…

she believes herself (audio 1:48)

ostensibly unawarem’lady plucks three roses from their thorny roostgingerly unpeels each peach-blushed petallavishes in an intoxicant aroma a clamoring of angels fills the skyshe believes herself to be alone incessantly introspectivem’lady probes without pause the castle withindraws back beribboned drapes to spy upon lingering assumptions,“Whose walls are these?” she wonders the surrounding hillside garners no…

All I Ask Is This

all I ask is this: that when my eyes blear red with weeping,a gentle hand will sluice down the waters of my leaking heart that when my Sisyphusian shoulders bleed with the desolation of restitution,comfort shall be offered and thus received that armor will be removed with tender touch,soothing salve laid solicitously on searing wounds…

You Are Creation’s Favorite Lover (audio 3:13)

All heaven’s angels weep todayRelease, rejoice, they light your wayTo fond embrace, you’ve felt their kissAnd steeped in wonder asked of thisAnointing touch, you’ve felt them near ~That knowing sense, the lifting fear You rush to define, to quantifyTo ponder what and who and whyYet while your mind dost creak, then grindYou lose the thread,…

the secret life of words writ large

I wrote this in 2008; some references may feel outdated. As someone who has for millennia danced with words, I frequently face a thorny conundrum — BTW, one of the greatest words ever, yes? In one way, words mean everything to me; from another vantage point, they increasingly mean nothing at all. In my reality,…

Love Is Looking For You (audio 2:12)

Love is looking for you She’s peering behind the blinds you drew against her radiant glare,Bumping up against blossoms shuttered from her smileRustling among the remnants of disappointment and regretEveryone in the garden is beloved. Love is waiting for you A golden chalice engraved with your name rests upon the table,While you sleep, she offers…

enough! manifesto for artists, writers, & lovers of beauty

Now is the time to say Enough!to the marginalization of all who walk the path of beauty and art To the unyielding duress of seeking to balancedeep and soulful expression with the strictures of daily existence, Enough! To systems and models that devalue currencies of the heart, imaginings of the soul, visions and dreams fueled…