your wind on my skin
is it the same wind
wind I first knew as a child
Does this memory live
a life all its own
and I stand passive
feeling only freedom
pure as the sweet air
I breathe

Her** poems are always
Sweet

Her poems are always
Have depth in meaning

Her poems are always
Inspiring

Her poems are always
Reflect the reality

Her poems are always
Lovely

My Godmother I can say
In hello poetry

Her support is extra ordinary

Because of Her I am still writing

She was one of my inspirations

Willing to go to the depth
Only if you dive in
You may be alone there
Wade through darkness
Only faint ray of light
Along the way
Hold your breath
Till you reach your goal
Pressure may crush you
But your will intact
You will reach the depth
A new revelation waits
For you have risked
Taking the plunge
You will emerge a winner

i see a shadow on the wall
-mine-
it's beautiful
and alone
and that's
alright

so I tried again
to train my parrot,
this time more emphatically:
"Why don't you just
say what I say?
What, they never taught you
Repetition at Parrot School?"

and my parrot said:
*"What, they never taught you
Thinking at Human School?"

bask in a love that frees
a love like that first ray of sunlight,
after a cold and dark winter.

a love that is freely given and helps us grow,
and not the codependant and addictive love
that binds and controls.

I laugh and dance in the sunlight of God's love
that makes me whole and safe.  
no thing or person can ever take away this freedom,
unless I give it away.