God’s Voice – The Dance


Suppose God’s voice,
the song of the planet,
is well beyond your mere words
and small means of personality,
of your economics, of your politics,
of your culture.

Hear the song of the cicadas
in the colors of the sunset,
the wind lightly rippling the water’s surface,
the drums beating in the park,
the dog wanting your love.

In all the moments
and sensations of this evening,
The mirror surface, now, on the pond
reflects all the sky and evening trees,

An Indian man turns and says, “Hello”

Are you listening to this song
calling you to this dance of the Earth?

Look what I can do!

Little Girl

I was walking along the Greenway near a street named Mira Vista, and there was this little girl about maybe three or four years old on a small pink bike with training wheels coming toward me. Her father was some distance back. She started picking up speed as she approached and shouted gleefully, “Look what I can do!”

Wow, this sentence stayed in my heart. Life is full of the expected and then the really unexpected. She was facing the challenge of riding a bike and feeling very proud of herself for doing it. She didn’t say to herself, “Well, I’m not that good yet. “or “I hope I don’t fail.” She was in the moment, lavishing the victory, and telling her dad and the world, “Look what I can do!”

Every time I don’t acknowledge myself and my actions in going toward what I love or I have one of these critical voice self-criticisms of my own actions, I will remember her and her joy, and say to myself, “Look what I can do!”

Pastel Shades of Blue

ballet dancer

Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –

Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?

Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –

I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–



Sometimes these absences
of intimacy, of friendship,
of support,
burn in my Heart
like the flame of a candle.

And my soul reaches out
in reply, saying
“There is love.”
Be at Peace. Be Grateful.

“Often people’s identities, that wild inner complexity of soul and color of spirit, become shrunken into their work identities.  They become prisoners of their roles.  They limit and reduce their lives.  They become seduced by the practice of self-absence”.

John O’Donohue – Anam Cara

My Voice


Oh, this trembling uncertainty,
wanting a place
to voice my feelings
in this chaotic seeming world.

I follow my heart.
I follow my dream,
as the gibbon moon crosses
high in the sky –
I dream of beauty and love.

A voice out of somewhere asks:
What have you to give songsmith?

I reply that
I am finding my voice
and bringing you my harmonies
and rhythms
in this disharmony,
I Am

Memoir to My Father


To My Father
(Perhaps this poem is about seeing
the Fullness even in the Emptiness)

I stare now at this cup
half full and half empty
like a funny Zen poem
looking for the plenty.

I listened to the sermon:
“He’s in another place,
and won’t be here now with you.
Go to school and wash your face.”

Learned to learn real good,
to write, to run, to talk.
Feelings all tapped down
except on lonely walks.

But friends were there to play
Sing a song or play a game.
I managed the routines,
though my heart found other ways.

Though I learned well not to cry,
When I found you had to die.
My heart knows well the time
when your love was by my side.