a primal urge

a primal urge

I hear the howl
of a primal urge,
and cannot resist
its call.
Try as I might,
and through
the day and night,
it occupies my all.

And I wonder,
about should I resist,
and should I even try,
if it hurts no one
and nothing?
The answer’s
in the why,
(if you get my gist),
there’s nothing
worth discussing.

#desires #spiritual #poetry #painting #forest

When the heavens painted me

When the heavens painted me.

My head was spinning,
in material dealings.
My heart was swimming,
in emotional feelings.
My spirit,
sensed the color,
dripping from the sky,
was painting me,
in unlimited supply.
I am happy and alive,
and that is my life’s
happy and alive, reply.

a hero’s journey

‘Test yourself”
the ancient mystics dared,
and so he did.

He watched
as his thought,
became a state,
that he felt it was his,
and then it became a thing.
A Hero’s Journey
from innocence to experience
to awakened imagining.

He bathed
in that rule that’s
golden like the sun,
helping, not hurting,
everything and everyone.
He saw
that it was good,
and his world took shape,
as it should.

to the unseen reality,
is its own reward,
as from the depth of his
own immortality,
is more fully explored,
and his personal experience
which cannot be ignored.

Some, may think
him crazy.
But, if it proves itself
in the doing,
then what does he care
what others think,
especially when every dare
is one step closer
to our divine, eternal link.

a cloud was hanging over my head

There was a cloud

hanging over my head,

and it darkened me.   

Its a rage that when fed,

makes the whole world unlovely.


You can pick

your own poison,

it doesn’t matter which one,

injustice, politicians, religion,

anything that you find wrong,

under the sun.


Observing that my raging feeling

hurts me more than it hurts you,

I set a course for inner healing,

its really the right thing to do.

Aligning to a loving meter,

I dismissed the drama on stage,

got swept up into something sweeter,

and now we’re on the same page.


So going forward,

my practice will be,

to dispel fear from my reality,    

anytime that my spirit and me,

feel a rise from an angry sea.

This girl is on fire

Inspiration (in-spirit) – Life is an act of inspiration..

This girl is on fire.

I woke up
this morning,
with a happy,
smiling face,
I could
feel inspiration rise
all over the place.

It comes and goes,
as it pleases.
I can’t just call it,
but when it comes,
this spiritual sense,
grows more
intensely intense,
washing over me
with color and sound,
taste, smell, and feel,
so that when I
see in my mind,
and feel in my body,
I know it’s real.

Inspiration is
being ‘in-spirit’,
and if absent,
I’m like a poem.
without a lyric.

And when
my passion’s
creative vision,
matches the ardor
of my desire,
that’s when I really know
“this girl is on fire!”.

a life of wisdom and mystery

A life of wisdom and mystery

When the question
comes up,
about what I aspire
to do and be,
I answer quite simply
to live a life
of wisdom and mystery,
where between each,
sunrise and sunset,
I invest time to know
and grow wise,
then between every
sunset and sunrise,
I warm a glow
in the mystery
of the moonlight,
and authorize
the way for me to go.

she heard it

“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – RUMI


She heard it;

and became aware

of the all,

of interconnection,

that she felt growing. 

A deep abiding affection, 

in the soulful knowing

that, it is in her, as her,   

and to rise above                   

our limitations,

to be at one with

‘all our relations’, 

takes her back to

where we begin,

I say unto you

‘Mitakuye Oyasin’.

in color shining

in color shining



I look in the mirror

and see a light

shining through me.

With a pleasant

colored display

on my hair

and darker regions

in an unusual

but beautiful way.

I can’t make

it happen,

and I don’t know

how, why or when

it occurs,

but without notice

or warning,

and in its own time,    


I look forward,

to catch a glimpse

of me, in color shining.

Yin Yang

We want,
what we want,
in those things desired.
We can’t help ourselves,
its the way we’re wired.

And I’m either,
in alignment
or I’m off the mark.
Either in a
spiritual entwinement,
or languishing in the dark.

and necessary contrasts,
are embedded
in all of creation,
and their,
‘this and that’,
and ‘thus and such’,
drives us to
what we long for
and moves us to touch.

Invisible forces
feed the hunger,
to know the whole,
to be at one,
with your desire
and satisfy the soul.

In this world of
shadows and mirrors,
imagination is everything;
and its my awareness,
of contraries that awakens
the holy wellspring.

#yinyang #spiritual #poetry #painting #love

In love with words

In Love with Words

I fell in love
with the words
that move my heart,
that break through
the veil and into the silence,
that compliment
and enhance my art
and speaks in dreams
the rhythmic language
of desire
put a spark in my life
and light my fire.

and now
its the words, too,
that drives the art,
as well as,
the other way around.
So long as I dream,
it matters not,
whether driven
by sight or sound.


#poem #painting #spiritual #words #love