It is not ubiquitous,
not demanding or dark,
not boisterous or boring,
but kind and content,
this quietude, this inner equanimity,
this rarity, this royal rock,
this silent, still,
radiance of peace;
it comes out of wind,
a dove in free-fall catching
the sky with its wings
and liting on the soul,
this heart-space,
this ever-present entity
of light and love;
it is the wind, it is the sky,
it is the bird, the heart,
the peaceful soul.
Category Archives: Poems
Wishes
Prayer poems fall out of the ether,
like ladybugs and dandelion fluff,
shooting stars, and the fallen lashes
we cup in our hands before blowing
them into the breeze, wishes in the wind.
Infinitude
I don’t love you
to the moon and back.
I love you to the ever-
extending curves of the multiverse
and
back
again.
