A poem on how dreams can be an invitation, illuminating the path of where we are next drawn. — What if the most real layer is here in the dream, a ripple through reach to surface upon waking? A saint, the kiss, a doorway through stone alley — a monastery to the light or curve of whale’s back, beckoning a glide at night guide reminder of where to flow beyond words, connecting with primordial sound across time and space.

A poem on moving through challenges, making an offering of things both dark and light while reviving new horizons of possibility. — When a lantern is needed, make a practice: refill the brightness, find the guiding star my heart, feel what needs feeling flowing through like strokes in water find freedom in movement again even in what is thick like slog. Just like the Celtic ancestors, drop the chalice into the peat the ancient bog: let each challenge be an offering to the…

A poem on healing. — There comes a time to set down the shield — the perfect way you learned to self-protect, now ready to move beyond unraveling the story of each unique scar. Set down the shield. Tend the wound, give love even from the place where love wasn’t given. Do this true work, holding places to heal, becoming more whole in who you are. Clearing the debris, find forgiveness below the grief. Uncover quiet center here, the kind you find when the fight has ended.

A poem on finding refuge, and being what is yours to become. — Make yourself at home in this world, even when it feels inhospitable. Tune into ways you are supported, still wind rustling ground beneath feet, air on skin. A task of growing: feel alone enough yet also know you are never alone. Find your refuge, beyond what anyone says or does — only being…

A poem on the moments of love beyond words. — I see you, closest in the middle even through distant reach — wisp of hair and flash of eyes, too far removed to render anything but the seeing itself. It is perfect just as it is: this moment of love, simple even in the passing you know what needs to be said: I love you. I love this. Still — even if no words, a world unfolds in a glimpse each moment a garden, a trail along a stream or serene dip in jeweled lake, perfect spot to hold you fluidly like a dream.

A poem on pausing, and creating space to receive revelation. — When holding too fast to a vision undone, let what needs to be set free drift like sand in surf with a tide. Stand here, in this liminal space blend with the edges holding self and others just as we are — not wanting for more. Gather what is here, in…

A poem on surrendering to mystery and beauty — beyond the surface of patterns and routine. — This time: Mark what is real beyond surface sheen, beneath chatter din of distant orbits not yet realized bound by habit and routine — missing the wild gusts of galaxy dust always swirling magic here. Of course, we should come undone in face of such beauty — force of gravity flash…

A poem on giving and receiving the gift of brightness. — Consider: What is your relationship with light? Have you bathed sufficiently in heat and brightness? Baring skin breathing through pores — delicious illumination like no other. It matters not what season you find yourself in. …

A poem on receiving each lesson when facing our mistakes. — The moment when we think we have failed, this is where true work begins. When arriving here, do less receive each lesson, an invitation recognizing something new. Draw a boundary around what is yours to metabolize, shed the rest still open to feedback soft, malleable seeing self through eyes of others…