Hunter’s Moon.The light, betrayed.Snake in the grass.The wolf that strayed.Scorpion’s tail,Swirling round.Churning, sweeping,Unearthing ground.Digging, dredging,Stirring things up.Rather than sipping,Shatters the cup.I see it, I feel it,The barb in my breast.I hear then from spirit,The words – “Let it rest.”It calls me, my healing,A salve like the sea.Washes over and whispersA calm, “Let it be.”
All is white.The noise, the light.The crisp, the cold,Entrance my soul.A snowflake falls, so delicate.Flawless peace surrounding it.Does it make a soundWhen it lands just there?Nestling so gently,Without a care?Perhaps if it does,It’s the sound of still.Faint, and so tender,Yet charged with will.The trees are idle. The moon is nigh.Cherishing calm as I look to... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when I’ve been up all night,The morning moon meets me at first light.She stuck around as if to say,“Appreciate this glorious day.”Mirrored by water tranquil below,Holding truths that deep down I know.Full and round and luminous,Presence confirming no need to rush.Gentle, quiet and gracefully calm,The morning moon, my worries’ balm.
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 