knowing the steps toward home (audio 5:19)
I can scarcely tell you where I’ve traveledThe maps have yet to be drawnTerrain emerges from heights and depths in every momentUncharted landscapes arise with the sun. I know only that I wandered among the dunesWeighed down by ancient sacks stuffed full of recriminationEarthen pots brimmed with incomplete assumptionsSacred oils nested deep within the skins…
Say Hello To The New
Say Hello To the New,To opening doorways and glistening portalsTo picking up a broad brush and painting a portrait of the ultimate YouTo stepping into your place on the circle with courage and joyAnd surrounding yourself with others who bravely choose to do the same. Say Welcome Home to the parts you may have lost…
You Matter, Spirit Cares (audio 4:48)
Spirit doesn’t care if you are weary or unsureIf the time is inconvenientIf you harbor niggling fears or apprehensionIf you have one single lingering doubt of near-paralyzing proportion,So many things you believe need your rapt attention right here right now(But, what about this and that and the other?)Spirit doesn’t care. Spirit speaks when you are…
let it go: now the barren gives way to the blossom (audio 3:42)
now the barren gives way to the blossomif you but untie the limp strings of your torn and tender heartand let it go the mountainous terrain of the pastheaves and crumbles, and in its stead,soft valleys arise in a series of gently rolling caresses,if you but sink to your knees and assume the holy posture…
rhyme of an ancient mariner* (audio 1:51)
Avast, me boys! the trumpets soundThe message quiet, yet profound If all who wander are not lostAnd life’s a sea, a tempest tossedThen who doth feign to know of truthTo stand above, aloft, aloof?And which may summon forth frail glory?To whose voice falls the ancient story? I cannot but ask this query meekFor what do…
red wall prayer for the irrepressible (audio 1:17)
i have just now painted a prayer into my kitchen wall richand darkand red with the blood of life welcome, it says,knock at my door and it shall openenter and ye shall be renewed the heart of the wall beats wildly strongcome and visit, it singsbreak bread at my humble tablenourish your deep and aching…
allow yourself to be awakened (audio 3:04)
To those who are lost,Allow yourself to be found!The map lay in your hand for eonsYour compass handily within reach –And the wind blows gently at your back. To those for whom the fog seems never to lift,Allow yourself to be lifted!Your inner strength spills over the causewayYour deepest reserves scarce explored –Hope attends you…
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 steelThis 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 someone…
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…
words divinely wrought 