Walk Softly Live Gently

If you wander don’t worry you’re not lost

Night Scene….

Italian Cyprus
swaying tall in moonlight
dancing with the stars

Comfort?

to comfort thee
words cannot speak
what lies beneath soul
 
depth of pain
beyond comprehension
yields to silence
 
Presence
quietly walks pathways
to broken hearts
 
When words are inadequate why
do we fill the space with more
words?
Because we cannot bear the silence.
And yet, that is the place
of deep healing….
beyond the cliche, banal and the trite.
I would rather hold your hand
in silence, with compassion.

Bodies of Water

waters liquid soul
ever seeking lowly paths
to puddle with grace
from the lowest place
to the highest glory
our watery journey
every wave different
in an ocean of waves
birthed in the same depths
for: One Breath Poetry

Feathered Friends….

winged, feathered, loved
no reaping nor sowing
living dharma

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