Nothing really.


Empty places are not alone.

They are not so quiet either-

taunting and haunting thoughts

in exploding fragments full of grace

reforming time,

taking nothing really  into the soul

and finding there a divine space. 


Looking Out

img_1174-2.jpgLooking out with weathered views I find there is much seen from places away from where I stand

The other window,  past the trees where the wind blows from the north is something else

     if I close my eyes and listen closely – I shiver and know.

I am blind though to the color of the eastern view from my western space

Looking out with simple delight– only with framed views I fear.

Photography via Julieallyn

Sick unto death


It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry

tucked unfolded mostly

so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious.

No presence or joy

broken soul alone

though an open door of life nurtured love. 

No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly,

muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…


Photo by Steve Garrington

The Beast


I saw the Beast who bolted

through my safely tucked repose

and I heart racing with breath catching

awaken, now exposed.

Was he there from set of sun, joined in this space I slept?

Did I so warm this nightly Beast within my bed caressed?

I alone will wonder now as dusk blows through to day

what creature comfort darkens night and lays me down, I pray.



Photograph by Chris Johns

Secret Pain



Life lived slow mid thorns of fear, wounded weighted low,

Memories lost of journeys free before this path, this NO.

Gone the days of wonder’s laugh choked out by touching hurt.

Yet undeceived can eyes still see such beauty bright unthroned?

 Yes! seize and strain the light until with hope you can release

the tears flow down like rain

and grow the heart beyond this place.

For there the quiet secret pain remains embraced and thus refined,

breathed within a lover’s kiss,  a holy space divine.

Photography: eternitysphotography/wordpress.

Love’s silence

What I hear is an option. Even in choosing silence- I can hear. I listen….


Sound is a space of being

Sound is a link to a moment in time.

It is tangible, functional, inviting.

As I separate the tones and attend to one over the other I learn and feel and know a new old something.

As the layers stream into my consciousness

I am reminded

I am comforted

I am loved.