rocked and riveted

Sometimes I
just sit still.

Consuming myself in
Letting Time pass through me…


then YOU must :)

She could hear
Inside her heart.

She knew she had to
Sing her song.

She knew it was time…

brief water

Sitting in
The dark
Drenching herself
In moonlight,
She closed her eyes…

Centuries telescoped
Through the brief water of
Her eyes.

All at once,
She saw spring
Sprouting flowers
Bursting in Joy.

simplest thing

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

Your Light is
Pirouetting Shadows
Behind curtains
Of my eyes.