Cold Beauty

A cold dark morning

Just a sliver of a moon rising, higher

Reflecting on a frozen white river

Ink black sky

With diamonds for stars

Sparkle and glitter, winking their light

Breath taking

Awe inspiring

The universe calling

See me here now!

I am the one of beauty

I am the reminder of love in the dark night

In the velvety dark, cold, still, winter morning.

I am one with you

Wake up to your beauty

Even in the still dark winter morning.

Happy Beginning

I want a story, he says

A story to go on and on

It should have a happy beginning

And it shouldn’t take so very long


Like the moment when the universe appeared

Or the first human sang and talked

When the sky first turned deep purple- blue

And man first became bipedal and really walked


A story with a beautiful, happy beginning

And a universe with a forever and no limit

There could be no sad, long goodbyes or deaths

We would understand our soul’s place within it


This beautiful happy beginning

And the story that never completes

The infinity knot round and round

Forever we are winners, never any defeats


For even death cannot end this beginning

The forever unfolding and releasing happy story

For the universe doesn’t stop and count

There is no limited inventory


If sorrow and such are just an illusion

A projection of the ego and the brain

Then the happy beginning can loop around us

Returning once and for all, again, again, again.




Black Crow

Black crow medicine, was over me
Black crow medicine, help me to see
Black crow, what are you doing here?
Black crow, take away this fear.

Black crow, lift it away, up toward the sky
Black crow, fly high
Black crow fly with strength and might
Black crow take the fear out into the night

Black crow, good bye
Black crow, I will not cry
Black crow, no more fears
Black crow, no more tears

The child’s dark room

The box shaped room, it was so dark and empty

And yet the little girl went there day after day

Into that empty cold space of nothingness

And this is where she began to pray.


Dear God she would mumble

Please come and be with here with me

And she would cry while waiting

Wondering what she might see.


She had dreams of pink fairies, sweet lemonade

Contrasting frosty grey clouds with yellow sunny days

Green forests and emerald filled oceans

Her mind would journey in so many different ways.


The loneliness remained in the room, pervasive and real

And the girl how she suffered, sometimes withdrew

To question her existence, the gaping abyss

A child alone, loneliness being what she knew.


Though this time was quite painful

Seemingly an infinity, so disturbing and long

It was needed for her growth and change

It was the secret ingredient to her emerging song.


Don’t give in my dear lonely and lost children

Stuck in your empty, cold dark rooms

Don’t buy into the idea of the infinity of abyss

Don’t think of this as your own tomb.


I promise you now, if you can breathe and still learn

To sit, to be, to have infinite trust

That this deep darkness around you will pass

And into a life of light you will be thrust.