Archive for May, 2015

the winds of freedom

May 20, 2015 beauty of flight

Truth has a way of meeting us
in the bracing winds
of freedom

we let loose and cry out
shattering the air
with a piercing
that arises from
the unspoken
and unknown spaces
within ourselves

the call is felt around the world
and beyond
words may not reach
and the tears may not
be shared
by a friend

but the salty flood
from our eyes
helps us find the lightness
of being
as we rise
toward the sun
of silence
where we
can breathe

the wilderness is fresh
and so real
it will not welcome
but rips the veil
from our
and helps us face
the fears
we hide from

the games are over
and we face
a beauty
that forces us to
to be real
or die
to who we might
have been
if we had escaped
whatever it is that confines
and holds us

love invites
us to fly without wings
to soar
to dance and find
our joy
daring to
truth as a friend
a light
that awakens
and touches us with
a beauty that
and exalts us
that we might behold
the radiance
of our being

the surprise awaits us
moment to moment
when we
the truth
hidden in the light
of love


(where a wild rose can grow)

Widescreen Roses Wallpapers

spirit of play

May 16, 2015


sometimes my spirit soars
catches a thermal spiraling and drifting
on soft air savoring the lightness of being

sometimes my spirit flies low to the land
gazing and mesmerized by colors
a kaleidoscope of a creator’s play

sometimes my spirit rests on a mountaintop
or a spreading tree created by thee
nestling like a cloud of falling rain

there is a rising feeling of unbridled joy
to be swept with a morning breeze
and lifted by love with grace and ease

spirit mingles with the breath of holy ones
is touched by the fire of countless suns
yet never burned by the light of love

like a transparent cloud or an invisible veil
the earth wears like a blushing bride
spirit finds a holy silence and hides inside


Monarch of Love

May 13, 2015

0 Monarch of Love

Chasing words like feathers
in the wind,
seedlings that float away
when I try
to hold them in my hand.
Ideas turn to fluff,
like fairy dust dancing just
beyond my reach.

Stars twinkle away from me,
and the moon
slips behind a cloud.
Sunlight flickers and hides
in the shadows,
and the shine in love’s eyes
lights up my heart.

Love is laughing
at my serious quest
teasing me,
playing hide and seek,
peeking out,
blowing kisses that turn
into flowers
all around me.

Love wants to play
and walks all over my words,
leaving stardust
on the page
for me to follow
wherever it leads.

Sometimes, we follow
a butterfly
or a rainbow
after the rain
and we slip through
an open portal
into an enchanted place,
where love’s secret
joys are shared.


Painting by Rassouli

“Monarch of Love”