Remember beloved soul…
in the moments of weighted heart,
you are swathed in the down
of Angels wings

And when you rise…
you will glide as an eagle,
cresting the sunrise
of a harvest moon

And when you look up…
you will see your raidiance,
dance across the majesty
of an opalescent sky

And when the wind billows…
as the trees begin to dance,
you will hear the sacred aria
of Loves lullaby.

Listen my child;
for therein resides
a melody of peace.

In Kind…


All the while they journey
polishing scars into gold,
with the Light of the hands
that hold them

And of this sojourn
within this florid vessel,
garnish thy soul
in the soils of Being

With reverence of cause
through Love Divine,
may stillness be thy dance
and Love thy soulful opus

With peace and in kind
of Spirit and with grace,
know thyself and honor thus
the fruit of All seasons

For the cradle of Truth
rests on the bough of balance;
where Love is
was and ever shall Be.

Before honor is humility.
~ Proverbs 15:33

Dear Cherished Szoul…

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

You were everything and no thing. A reflection of the Being she never saw… when gazing in a mirror, that reflected the formlessness of Love.You were there, holding the torch as she breeched the thresholds of her mired depths. With every doorway she passed through, you stood and quietly held the Light… knowing that in time she would come to realize and ‘see’ the truth of the brilliant mosaic laid before her.You braved the serpents and the dragons then watched, as she purged the wounds that threatened to poison and steal her soul; the breadth of her Spirit. You prayed and she felt your Blessings move through her; nourishing her with transcending devotion. A Love so full of Light she had to shield her eyes from such beauty. She felt you watching over her, as she dipped her toes in the murky pools that would become her salvation. And … all the while you endured, as her jaded heart was cleansed by the kiln of fury that would free her from the cancers of illusion that beheld her. She remembers waking in your arms… she saw you, briefly… before your presence became one with the air, like an opalescent mirage on the horizon of a thirsty desert. You said she would recognize you… and she did, as you floated through her timeline like Angel held captive in another dimension. You were beautiful. The face of an invisible poem penned in the sacred ink that bled from her heart. You were Always real… Thank you, for Loving me when I couldn’t Love myself. Thank you, for the grace of your heart that you gave so unconditionally. I Love you for All that you are, everything you are not and for the infinitude you have become. Your Love is ever present. May it be, that mine will ever bridge the distance from our moment felt in time… Always…



There in the hearts field of worthy;
of prayer and of Blessing bestowed
Sequestered in hand of The Artist
creator of breath and of soul…

Thy fleece of renewal lay gathered;
frayed edgings and carvings of gold
In heart is a promise of Always
where reach to a treasure unfolds…


 Beyond thy folly of mind… thy truth of heart beating…

What of logic if remiss to explore
the illogical?

And of rational; for who hath
given such ration?

And of sight if blind
to the invisible?

Thus of love if defined
unto the physical?

For you are more
than stars…

You are everything
and no thing…

And if you look

You will feel
the sky breathe…

As you