Saturday, August 30, 2008

There Is

There is a pain, there is a love,
There is a rage, there is the dove.

There is compassion.
There is frustration.
There is the knowing
And the whole unknowing.

There are the stars shining
And the nights closing in.
There is the thankfulness
And there are the years ahead.

There is the flow of love.
And all of the above.


Thursday, August 28, 2008


We'll get it right in another life
if we don't get it right in this one.

This is no excuse to stop loving
or to love the loving too much.

There's a bigger picture waiting to be sown
through the threads of our imperfect embraces.


Tuesday, August 19, 2008


When you sleep do you listen
to your breathing
like a star's internal fiery furnace?

When I breath in and out,
out and in,
I am reminded of the way a breeze
carries along the scent of a flower
and disperses it like pollen.