Sonnet: XVII

In a Neruda kind of mood… : )

Sometimes the only words are those from the great one/s

who provide a portal to our soul’s calling..   xo

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.



Thinking of all those who add to the story… past, present – interwoven. The layers and complexities of this wonderful intricate life, its hurdles and lessons only increasing the surface area for more receptivity and loving. To exist at the edge of understanding…. edge of the unknown. — Grounded in the foundation of the welcomed mundane interwoven with extraordinary. O you beautiful people of my life -know that I appreciate and love you so very much… and hold Gratitude for your presence always…. xo

a house, a home…

Empty House
I see you
I see your stories

Remenber when I used to run around
With the hope
That only a child can carry?

You were so huge to me
Rooms and rooms of laughter
Card playing
Ice cream churning

Agie’s love.

The smell of guava jam
Freshly made
From the trees next to you

And the grapefruits that used to be there…

Empty House
Your color has faded
Louvers cracked with experience
Your rooms empty and worn

You will always
Be the fuel for
The best in me

“Take it all back to have you”….

The man entered the lobby of the hotel…
outside of his office..
swerving his arms dancing as if he was an eagle..

joy on his face
it was four days before Christmas.
I stayed there overnight in a random town close to Detroit
on my way to Toronto.

I heard the catchy tune of the banjo in the background….
as he mouthed..
to no one in particular..
“take it all back, take it all back… take it all back to have you…”.

I felt his joy.

I thought it was a new Christmas song out that I had not heard.
I left to continue my road trip…..
with many stories behind each stop.. (for another time)
as I encircled lake Erie..
at the dawn of the winter Hurricane.

Weeks later,
waiting in line at a coffee shop
In a place very far away…
the radio plays…
“take it all back, take it all back… take it all back to have you…”.

and I see the swirling man
again in my mind’s eye
as if he was transported there

I feel the smile inside out
at the circle of life things
that make it all worthwhile.

Days later I am reminded of the connection

I then listen to the song in full
and feel such resonance
for the melody as millions of others had
behind the sparks of divinity and love
that created it…

and I know without a doubt
that every expression
of yours and of mine…

— as an instrument of the infinite

of the … most high love
and joy
and grace and beauty and kindness…
manifest on this world…

You matter. It matters.
your raw unfiltered creative expressions matters

the ones that require no polishing in its beauty — matters

your stamp on the world matters.

your courage matters.

your vulnerability matters.

they say we are all ‘god having a human experience’.
moments like these
make a believer of me…




She observed the waves
coming ashore
kissing the sand
which then melts into it

eroding, destroying

the relationship to
the shoreline
being destroyed
to be recreated

It was inevitable.

she welcomed
all of it.

knowing the edge
was meant
to cut apart
to what was real

she welcomed