Ten years later,
the sons of Abraham
are still
fighting and jockeying
for power and control
the Mothers
are still crying
and holding
and loving.
(Choose Love)
How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened. ~Hafiz
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…
“We are one leaf on the great human tree.” ~Pablo Neruda Because I know how it feels to be objectified and made into “the other”–the faceless, the nameless the object that is easy to discard, use and manipulate for gain–I am remembering on this day to stay human, to see the relationship of myself to…
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
wings of courage
flesh and blood am i not (only) a projection of your mind not a fantasy to keep you warm or feeling “sexy” tenderness and tears am i not a soft couch to visit when you’re lonely or need a surrogate mother sister wife flesh and blood and tears and sadness and smiles and joy am…