There's something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.
The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.
Our lives are a constellation of events, strung together, glittering; the shapes only being seen from a distance.
I can't keep myself from creativity. Ideas flash like lightning burning my bones. It must flow out of my hands or it will burst me apart.
I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.
Endings and beginnings look just the same.
Our wishes become real and solid if we work on their formation. If it matters to you, make energy become matter.
I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water's surface. Not knowing the journey's end, I rest in nature's embrace.
In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.
Words drop from my lips spiraling downward; they land scattered on your ears. I spoke them green and golden, but you turned them shriveled brown.
Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.
Today I trust me. I trust in my perceptions. Today I will live my own truth that glows within, a life of no deceptions.
The seeds of life inside my womb were present at my birth; a gift from mother's mother, on back to Mother Earth.