Our Truth

 

Even if our life were a dream,

it would need to be embraced,

but no golden palace, no silver hill,

no white elephant need be chased.

Our life, like our love,

simply is, alive and glowing,

Olympian in its stature,

medal-worthy knowing. 

Some of Me

 

I write seventeens,

unless I am pressed for time.

Then I write long poems.

I have tried faster,

looser, tighter and harder.

Now I try softer.

Hope, faith and courage.

My friends in times of struggle.

Thanks for being there.

I’ve long preferred the

company of women: wise,

determined, and brave.

Today I’m gentle,

with you, others and myself.

I feel nurtured.

Loving myself just

the way I am, gratitude

fulfilling my life.

I like daydreaming,

with my eyes widely open,

open to what comes.

Peace is where I live.

There’s a key under the mat,

lest I forget that.

Often, when I feel 

really old, oh so tired,

I just take a nap.

Faithfully

 

We prepare not to die,

but rather more to live,

life and death in the same place lie,

what our mirror to us does give.

We let thoughts of death slip away.

We lovingly and faithfully praise,

creatively and honestly bless.

Pure goodness shines through all haze.

as we smile completely. No more, no less.

Our lives abound with joy, each delightful day.