Wednesday, May 23, 2012


whatever drive and focus there is
another energy will push against it
yet duality is dissolving
and more people are
accessing the clouds.

sometimes we wonder why to
defend anything
or why to yield to someone or something stronger then us
especially when we feel it's wrong
and we seriously don't want to. Not anymore.

in Chicago strangers were
holding hands in the street
marching together and singing, of all ages.
Police officers were ordered
to restrain their views and their hands with force

yet the fiercer the commotion,
it forces the issue and more things to escalate,
those burned with pepper spray or hit with batons
are to be seen on social media their stories racing
through the Cloud untouched, spurring the sleeping to think.

a story only has meaning in the light
of what meaning you assign to it.
 Your perception becomes the version of events
and what action you take or do not undertake as a result,
it will reflect your true self to the world at large.

about the Chicago ProtesT; here and here 
after the NATO summit news: read here
photo by: Getty Images/Spencer Platt, source: CBSnews

Monday, May 21, 2012

humble pie

There's been a few times
I had to eat humble pie.
I've grown accustomed to the idea that
what I seemed adamant about isn't important now.

What do you base your life on
when there is no steady horizon?
when change is the only thing that's certain
and things can alter instantly.

I cut myself another slice of humble pie
it looks like cheesecake with jelly. (Not my favorite.)
Still I can eat it because I know I have to
and it doesn't affect my dna.

Humble pie.
I appreciate your wisdom and calories.
May you fill me up and keep me modest.
With a cherry on top.

Friday, May 18, 2012

gentle death

- Ode to Mientje -

dying can be done well
in peace and with a soft last breath

when we have the choice:
would you resist or release?

the time to depart
can be upon us all too soon

and when a friend leaves it's
both sad and a joy for they feel better

death is not an end
but a start of being free of burden

there's singing energy of light and friends
a bright coloured place awaits where play is joy

the golden light sits in our heart
and the returned knowing in our soul

if all death is, is simply changing form
then what is all the fuss about?

I look upon my friends face
she is no longer there but she did return home

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


No room for usual babble.
I do not feel like catching up
with people who are no longer my friends.
Just leave me alone
I'm not feeling overly friendly toward humans.

My solitude is
one of kindness and sharing
with my animal friends.
Who do not jabber about trivial things.
But silently chew their cud and simply live their being.

My sweet equally
let's me be, and treads more softly
as he understands I have run out of social space.
Just let me be babe..
sitting in the grass looking at the stars, feeling happy.

Home is... where the heart is
and blessed are we who can find peace again, amidst the ruckus, in ourselves.