Thru a thousand miles of a stare,
I connect to my mothers eyes.
Her mouth trying to form words.
Her frail body making motions to counter act the anxious mind who wants to move.

Thru a thousand moments of silence
I connect to my mom with memories.
How she comforted me as child,
catering to my needs.
How she gave me many an experience
like dance, voice, and drawing class.

Thru a thousand fields of compassion,
I drift in mind looking in eyes
of my moms azlsimers form.
A form where only three words
of importance count...
I love you.

Torch in heart burns
Burns for the loss
of a friendliness sister.

It illuminates my tears
As I recall a time
where friendship blossomed
to run in fields.

Where day and night merged
with silver lining
And things seem
simpler.

Torch I feed strongly now,
with dreams and memories
With light and love.

The world is perfect because of YOU, no one else.  You are divine, unique, Eternal, saved with spark of The Divine. and you need to celebrate it.  Live it and peace follows.

See the world through eyes of your perfection not inside of  what people will label imperfections because you are a gift blessing this world every moment of every day.

Poetry is life
Poetry is love
and sometimes sadness
or anger
all wrapped in a word.

Poetry is fuel to expand thoughts
of writers hand,
and a breeze to move through eyes.

Poetry is a gift
that comes from landscape of heart.
A gift from writer to page
from page to reader.

Poetry a six letter word.
a package to be unwrapped
on holiday.

Poetry, Don’t leave home without it.

I am haunted by the ghost
in mind of
abandonment by family.
Insides...
ripped apart
in middle of night.
Breath, with deep intent all I can do
to get a foot hold for peace.

I am haunted in day
feeling detached and alone,
from the very child I borne.
with persistent mind that echoes
“I am not cared about,
misunderstood.”
Breathing with Divine,
all I can do
to get a foot hold for peace.

Until I align to see
who I am...
Sacred with God’s spark.
Infused with wisdom.
Beautiful.

Until I become independent
not needing anyones
support to move free in life.

Until I realize they all
played a role making me strong
as orchestrated by spirit.

And then...
I whisper a prayer of thanks
wishing them well.

Life is draining, when you give
your power away to someone else.
When you depend on a compliment,
or acknowledgment of your greatness.
You are greatness wrapped in a body
You are sacred, and a gift.
You are inhabiting the spark of God,
a creative force in a human form.
Take it. Run with it.
Glister in the greatness of you,
detached from dependencies
able to live your birthright.
Able to be a co-creator with Divine
in life filled with blessings and love.

Use the mortar of love
to have peace, joy, and harmony.