Smile every day she does
As she rises
In the time of Corona,
Her presence at the store
More essential than ever.

People are swarming
“Panic buying” they call it
She comes home every day
Recounting the next crazy occurrence
That has happened: no toilet paper
All the hand sanitizers are…[Read more]

Today as I hold my pen at the tip of my hand,
I pause, to look at the white, blank vastness before me.
Do I write to inspire?
Or am I inspired to write?
Would I know the difference?
Is it God, whispering to me the words that shall flow from this pen?
Or is it a Self, I have yet to discover?

January 2nd, 2019

Garbanzo, channa, chickpeas
You are know by many names
Hummus, salad, and daal
are just some of the many ways I enjoy you.
Thanks for being in my life,
you are such a delight
Oh dear channa, I love you.

February 7th, 2019

Silently we suffer
unable to voice
what we need,
what we want,
the most.

March 3rd, 2019

In reaching for the familiar,
we find ourselves in the unfamiliar,
wondering why we had to get lost,
To find ourselves again.

March 4th, 2019

And in my arms I held you
As the world stood still to watch
and for a while, we were one
being and being,
until you fluttered away.

April 9th, 2019

Quietly the frogs
hop along
Across the road
In the middle of the night
Under the sweet, quiet Spring rains.
Some make it-
Some do not,
As can be seen by the squishy remains
Damn cars
With no concern for the life beneath them.
And thus it is by chance of luck
That some make it
Some do not.

April 14th, 2019

Oh, there are so many hours in the day
And how fast they go by
In the morning- another place, another time
Yet in the eve a new pillow does your head meet.
Such goes the day of the weary traveler
Wandering wandering wandering
Always
Searching searching searching
For some meaning behind it all
With hopes that with…[Read more]

Delicately, like petals falling
Did she shed
What no longer serves her.

June 3rd, 2019

We look at the moon,
But it is really just a burning lamp, with two light bulbs:
One burns bright, the other flickers in and out of existence.
Which will you be?

October 23rd, 2019

Why does home feel dearer,
Everytime I return?
When once I was so eager to get out and explore,
I am now content to come and discover a world I knew,
Once more.

October 28th, 2019

The extent of my motherhood
Is to nourish,
What will nourish me.
My tiny little ones,
The sky embracers,
And also my teachers.
To you I bow,
As I strain to listen
For the quiet ways of knowing
You so eloquently bestow,
To your younger brothers and sisters:
The people of the Earth.

October 31st, 2019

I feel so humbled
The task before me seems so great,
Can I manifest my Truth?
If intention is the ignition for this quest
Then I am already on fire.

November 12th, 2019

Caught in the moment was I
Forgetting to pause
To take deep breaths
And so I let the emotions overcome me
I observed the frustration, the annoyance of having things
Not go my way.
“Center, and calm yourself!” I wanted to shout
To push aside the negativity away
But stubborn were these feelings
So empathy I sought to inv…[Read more]

It was circumstance
That pushed us together
But without it
Are we destined to remain apart?

November 20th, 2019

From where do I source my joy?
I think it is from remembering
The stuff we’re made of
That deep, profound sense of compassion
Which some call God,
or the Universal Spirit.
I think it is when we forget who we are,
It’s easy to feel lost
And without direction.
So I invite you,
To sink into your roots
And feel the depths of…[Read more]

Hold steady
Little one
Listen
Watch your breath
It is your lifeline to me.

December 2nd, 2019

Dear Earth,
Please teach me your quiet knowing ways,
How to adapt and flow, like the coursing rivers,
The veins of the Earth
Filtered by the liver
Of soil and rock.

I want to know the patience
of the steadfast mountains,
I admire so much:
Reaching for the skies
Yet grounded deep in the Earth,
Creating layers of fascinating…[Read more]