Wednesday, December 27, 2017


there was a night
one thousand lives ago
when our hearts
together birthed
the inspiration of a star
in some distant galaxy
we did not know

look up now
into the sky
to find the light
that's travelled
all this time
to deliver itself
from darkness

a cosmic
message in a bottle
on a night
in this life
when we forgot
that kind of love
and the power of our light

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Scribbled on a Sunday coffee break


you are my presque vu
on the tip of my tongue
behind my eyelids
a beat in the heart
a memory I remember I have
but not a memory I can recall

and we are divided hemispheres
in this reality
the strangers who know
they belong to the whole
without perception
or conception
of how it should fit

to eclipse
requiring the synchronicity
of choice
to choose the in-tandem
of the difficult path
that leads to reintegration

when it is easier
to remain the stranger
and under the illusion
the perception
is whole on its own

without adding the depth
of seeing
the dimension
of the left
in conjunction
with right

I have no words
for what we have been
it is you who carry those
but I have the dreams

the altruistic necessity
to want for your best
in however you journey to vision

and the trust
each drop of water
is united again
when it returns to the sea