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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I wrote this in 2008; some references may feel outdated.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…

prayer for inclusion (audio 3:22)

I first wrote this poem in 2009 to commemorate the inauguration of President Barack Obama. Named “The Inaugural Poem We Should Have Had” in an admittedly very small online competition, it also appears with a different image on the home page carousel. Include me. Invite me into the circle and guide meto the spot that…

we are the women (audio 5:53)

we are the women who squatted in the fieldswho birthed our babies and anointed ourselveswith a splash of impure waterwe are the ones who folded the tents, filled alabaster jarsgathered the oxen, the oils, the tambourineand with venus perched low in the sky,meandered through the nighttoward uncertain destination we are the women who have gnawed…

what you must tend to today

Here is what you must tend to today: You must peel back the bark that sheaths your becomingAnd bring your most barren recesses into the golden light of afternoon,You must fling open the shades that have blocked the imminent arrival of the brilliancethat bears your name,Taste joy unadorned on the tip of your tongueAnd inhale…

Morning Of The Letting Go (audio 4:25)

Grandmother speaksListen!Open to words unspokenThe silent voicing of ten thousand tongues,She speaks no languageSo all may hearAll may know Grandmother speaksListen!No greater change Mother Earth shall knowThan the shifting of one human heartNo inner rumbling, deep volcanoTidal wave of glacial icesRivers swelled with blood of nationsBlackened sky from man’s great fires,All pale beside the hearts…

the only resolutions that truly matter (audio 4:35)

I promise to walk the path I always knewdeep inside, was mine,even when I was blinded by interferencebrain-fogged by hypnotic illusionor momentarily forgot my way I will remember that the mapis etched upon my souland readily accessibleanytime I choose I promise to trust the inklingsof my heart and the urgingsof my spiritwithout hesitation I will…

may every prayer cry out for peace (audio 3:45)

I wrote this prayer poem in 2011, and it has appeared here a number of times. Feels like a good way to head into a new year… may the good and just be exalted,and take their placesat the table of peace may the oppressed find liberation,and walk into a radiant tomorrowalong a pathway of peace…

letting go of relationships that no longer serve

I first wrote this in 2009 — and have not changed a single word. Cycles of change and personal shifts are never-ending. When it’s time, it’s time! Wow! A lot of people are in the thick of it right now — not only dealing with economic turmoil and loss, but also working on deeper levels…

prayer for this time (audio 1:55)

In this time of miracles I recommit to faithTo the power of All-There-IsTo seeing beyond the physical to the unalterable truth within,To the infinite healing of pure LoveTo knowing what I knowTo angels among us. In this time of uncertain outcomeI remember that which never changesThe brilliant light that lives in every heartThe unending cycles…

The Finest Gift (audio storypoem 6:12)

I wrote this in the 20th century and it first appeared on this blog in 2008. It fits this time of year and is a nice addition to in-person or virtual gatherings. The Finest Giftby Rachel Snyder IDawn awakens, morning timeWhen Lovers of Peace keep pace with the rhymeOf the heart’s own beating, the drumming…

and now I am left with nothing but the truth

I first wrote and posted this poem in 2012. and nowi am left with nothing but the truth that my only constant has beena willingnessto stand naked and alone my sole virtuelaid bare on life’s platter,borne of a lingering sense thatthere is more to this holy dancethan the steady chock of the metronome my own…

Arouse! Seize Fresh The Day (audio 3:52)

This poem first appeared in 2009; audio was added in 2014. A reminder that any time is the right time to awaken — as long as that time is “Now.” the invitation has been issuedyour name etched in leaves of goldpenned with the sacred ink of antiquitybroadcast through the heavensdispatched to the nether regions of…

what doesn’t matter now (2013 audio 3:35)

i remember not so very long agoruminating incessantly over the minutiae of acceptanceunsought opinions promulgated at the speed of unlashed light ~they rushed to assign value to my very existenceetched and eternal in unwashed stone perhaps i have become forgetful,i feel quite certain it doesn’t matter now up many a mountain i laboredballast of unclear…