celtic mystics found "thin places"
between the worlds
where insight and rescue live

each of us pass near such places
when hearts hurt, when needs are great
when that thin place opens a wee while

then we remember we are not alone
are given life again, are healed
are overflowingly filled with light

sometimes it is the air that is thin
in such thin air others reach to touch us
again with love

so promises are kept
so hope is shared

Love is a precarious thing
           A precious thing
When you're handed someones heart
               .......Hold it gently
Don't drop it or let it slip away
       Even when you can't love back
             For whatever reason you think
                  Care...
Care about them
      It's not too much to ask
Sometimes love is given
      With NO expectations
Simply because you're deserving
    There's nothing more to do
          Except, remember..
               Love is........
                       *A precious thing

Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years

I write for two reasons:
to make myself feel everything
to make myself feel nothing

Once in awhile, neither happens.
Once in awhile, both do.

Slowly kiss away the mould on my soul.

The steam rises
and announce us:
jasmine tea is ready
I will serve you a cup
and keep talking till dawn.

It rises equally
the urgency of the word
steaming me the reason:
words own texture
that poem will save as caresses.