I do consider myself as a walker of two worlds (maybe many worlds as duality leads to multipicity) I can't know what you really think because you are like a River flowing and always nourishing or destroying

A poem for RG She ebbs and she flows and where she goes - sometimes, well nobody knows I love my little Reality Girl who makes her own World _ So very sweet I asked God one time where she sometimes goes,

I once asked a Gazelle to jump over a stone wall The Gazelle laughed and ran straight head on into the wall All of a sudden there was no wall at all But, there were now two Gazelles and I realized right

A Nightengale was out singing one night (they sing so pretty at night) I think the Oriole had taken flight to places unknown The Morning Dove was ready to chirp in the Morning’s first light The Robin was

When the light and the shadow unite and the day becomes the night and the night becomes the day then the blind will see that these are both part of the whole of things, but not exactly the same. It is

True Heart's Source More and more I love you darling More and more I love you true My Heart is full of your pure sweetness It exists because of you My heart is like a flowing stream now Riverbanks can't

Healing the masculine and healing the feminine: In the twin flames of the inner self no masculine or feminine is the greater nor the lesser The Yin balances the Yang and the Yang the Yin When Yin or Yang

The Beauties of Infinite Dreamers are impossible to capture Their minds are made of rapture Their Hearts are made of Wildfire

In the depth of the midnight down by a pretty stream I saw the lovely moonlight reflecting in the water all my dreams and schemes A young girl appeared to me She "Would you like to see how lovely

The Universe takes no sides Neither do the trees Nor true Hearts For they truly see Into oneness and Universal Infinity *Note – there are maybe multiple Universes and multiple Hearts but they can all still

The love tree - why didn't I see this before? The love tree gives shade to anyone who desires The love tree is from ancient lore Its roots mired deeply in the soil The love tree, well I see it now The

I was talking with a White Morning Dove one day And the Dove said “What do you want May?” I said “Peace” the Dove said “Love” What do you mean White Dove? The Dove (as you would expect any Self-respecting

So, the Wizard said to me: Ah, Dear Child of wistful look of grace Deeply thoughtful in The shining cold of Winter's Entrancing snows. There are sometimes things Adults are sometimes slow to see That Children

Reality and Love... Reality is just really what really is and exists. We don't make it. We can make Love however. What precious gifts reality bestows upon us!! Reality as known to science is the science

echo the infinity Tin men come and go The Sun still rises today and nothing is wrong with Breaking Rules To stop the wars and let One Tin Soldier Ride away. Yes I suck at Rules, as well as Haikus

So, the Wizard said to me: Ah, Dear Child of wistful look of grace Deeply thoughtful in The shining cold of Winter's Entrancing snows. There are sometimes things Adults are sometimes slow to see That Children

I saw her She was a nebulai bird Made of stardust mixed with twilight She said "just smile when you can, two ships in the night pass as they may" I felt my knees buckle and I felt my heart sway..

Silence harkens upon her hardened bows The ship seems desolate now Not one lost soul aware that it is lost to the waves of nothing And yet there is nothing that can stop her now, as She moves into the

The sweetness of you is a Bufferfly true Born and living in the skies of blue Waiting awhile to inhale Eternity Then flying free with myiriads of Birds singing songs into the skies of Infinity. Butterflies

I wrote this loosely based on a Russian fairy tale I once heard by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. (from Women who Run with the Wolves) Long, long ago there lived a girl at the edge of a forest. She lived with