Sign of Love


You have to look for the signs, said the Goddess.

Is it the snow on the mountain, I asked?

The tree Gods swayed in the bone-chilling gale,

It’s always there if you look.

I passed a glance at the cloud torn sky,

But the Gods continued to shake,

I followed the path and stumbled on rocks,

Dead leaves crackled in mirth.

It’s not so far, said the old man tree,

Watch your step, said the grass!

Return of the Sun God


Sometimes there’s just magic. Nothing easily explained, yet so easily understood. It begins like a tiny drop of water tumbling earthwards, touching leaves, fronds, petals. Sliding with consummate grace down blades of grass to ground with a sigh. Over time the water table fills. Each space between now plump with possibilities. A bone-dry drought broken. Birds flock from distant lands and rest on the surface. Thus, the Sun God returns and the Goddess awakens.



I am totally, unconditionally,

In the present moment.

With women bathing,

Sun seducing,

Wind blowing, sweet

Caresses on my naked

Limbs curled,

Back bent,

Hands busy,

With pencil


On the brink.

River calling,

Trees blessing,

Sky floating,

Canvas waiting,

Goddess gracing,

Nature offering.

I receive.

I’m blessed.

I rest.

Into the ruins


There is no doubt

You were already the muse

Long before I crossed the seas

To step on your shore.

Headless, formless

Voice in a bottle

You stepped on mine,

Leaving footsteps

Deep in sun-drenched sand.

This is our land.

Ruined, broken

Civilizations lost and found.

We built this world

On whispering trees

And mountain Gods.

The Goddess cries,

Dive deep

Into the ruins.

I dive.




Wilding the Heart


The mountain gods know it is time. Hush they say, listen to your heartbeat. Be ready for anything, sing the goddesses, we are here for you.  Somewhere between light of dawn and glow of dusk lies the present.  The forest beckons. Wild yourself whispers the bleached bones on my path. A feather falls, ever so lightly. I shiver in anticipation.