Friday, December 9, 2016


Constructs, walls, paradigms
Jumbled and twisted
Push to the surface
Forming a protective, brittle shell
Darkening the eyes of Soul

Once solid, unbending and unforgiving
Are now 

Vestiges of old thought patterns
Obsolete and impotent
Are forced out and away
Sluffed off
Light within me grows

I am large
No longer the child
(Though, I am also the child!)

It’s been happening for a long time
The process will continue
The light will shine
Filtering out what is false

Deceits are revealed
Falling away to dust
Only me
In Light
In Love

Link to fractal image: Multiplicity Fractal

Monday, November 14, 2016

Dancing With Mom

I danced with my mom tonight
Music played
People sang and clapped

Behind it all
Me, Mom and her wheelchair
Moved to the beat

I skipped, hopped and strolled
Spinning my mother around
Humming and singing along
Mom's voice sometimes joining mine

"I'm the happiest girl in the whole USA!"
"Mom, isn't this Dolly Parton?"
(turns out it was actually Donna Fargo)
"Swing low sweet chariot, stop and let me ride."
"The bass part in this song reminds me of Uncle Loren."
"Yes, it does."
"Que sera, sera"
An actual Dolly Parton song
Cotton Eyed Joe
On and on the music played.  
On and on I moved my mom 
In our own little dance

Every word she is able to utter
Is precious
Every time she smiles
A gift
I press the side of my head to hers
As we roll along
"I love you, Mom.  I love you."
"I love you!", she replies.