Monday, May 24, 2021
Rainy Days
Thursday, April 29, 2021
The Grand Finale
I want a new song, I said
What kind, He asked
One that I don’t have to sing all alone
Where the range is limited by me
Where the wave reaches its end
And meets no one
Where is the fun in that?
Wasn’t life meant to be a dance
Of two
A duet
A jugalbandi
I had always been told that was the final concert
And yet I was never prepared for either
Not a path of two, nor a life of one
Was never taught to string in harmony
So I just sang alone
I’ve practiced and practiced
And perfected my performance
I’ve learnt to be patient
To hum in the back
To not ask for the lead
Or be too loud
Can I now have the prestigious reward
Of being tied to another
Forever?
This is the renaissance
The old melodies are played in halls
Of haunted corridors and creaking floors
Raise your voice
And stand up tall
Push yourself higher
Till the sharp alto breaks snaps the cord of condition
Push yourself harder
Till your own baritone resonates in your depths
Embody them all
For at the end of the aria
The song fades into the darkness
And as you stand there
Taking a bow
And the lights go off
There is no other
The SisterHood
I may not be there to hold you
In a tight embrace and offer you strength
I may not be able to help you
Stand up when you’re feeling down
And I may never be able to understand
What you’re going through
And how life tests you every day
As you smile through your troubles
And wade through the muck
On this journey we must all take alone
In a sacred circle
Holding space
Offering you with open arms
A home to rest, to recuperate
To share what you hold within
Your joy, your sorrow, your gift
To speak the words that may not be allowed
To be spoken in the world out loud
I will listen, I will acknowledge
I will laugh and I will cry
With you, my sister
Till we heal from within, and without
In this Sacred circle we are forever bound
Monday, April 12, 2021
Alive
Silence
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Ready

To spread your light
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Life of Light
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
A Sign
Give me a sign
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The Journey
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
In You I Have Found...
This poem was written on Guru Purnima and while I truly thank all my gurus, this one is dedicated to Rukhs, my reiki teacher. With love.
In You I have found....
.. My direction
For I was going no where
And you showed me a way
You still hold my hand
And help me to stay
On a Path of love
Of grace and of joy
On a road less travelled
And you tell me why
... Myself
For I didn't know who I was
When I first came to you
Lost and confused
Unable to think too
You taught me to love myself
You showed me how
You told me I could grow wings and fly
You still make me push and plough
... My faith
For I didn't have anything to believe in
At best I was agnostic
In only a few moments of your touch
The world became fantastic
Surrounded by divinity in your presence
I found myself in touch with god
You may only be the bamboo if you insist
You're actually His lightning rod
... My teacher
For I was looking for a guru
Not just for a healing or for Bach
In you I found so much more
While only doing reiki for a lark
An ocean of compassion and patience
For questions, tears, tales and talk
A guide, a friend, a teacher, a mentor,
An example of love above it all
Saturday, July 12, 2014
What the flowers taught me
One Sunday morning while walking the street
I bought myself a few petals and leaves
Gorgeous sun struck flowers in full bloom
Pretty pink and purple and yellow
Repotted, decorated, watered and pruned
Placed them nicely along the sides of my room
A few days went by and the the bloom withered
I hovered constantly to look for the new
Making sure they're more flowers waiting to blossom
And it's not my home from which they withdrew
And they bloomed, but not as I hoped
And sure enough with wither I barely coped
Why would they not be glorious and flourish
What it that they needed more
To line my room with their beauty
Almost as if it were they're duty
Why would they blacken and die
Wrinkle, crinkle, fallen they lie...
Just watching them live their natural cycle
Teaches you how ephemeral life really is
And that it's forever if you really believe
It's not for death that you need to grieve
I watched them come and go each day
I couldn't make them forever stay
Trust in the cycles of the universe
For this was exactly the way it was meant to be
Timed perfect, according to plan
When the sun rose, when the day began
I could want more flowers, but they didn't come
Until they were ready, pink and purple ones
Bloom each day as if it were your last
Bring joy and happiness to each one you meet
You don't need words to shine your grace
It shows on each petal, each flower, each face
Look for the color amidst the twinnings
There in lies your silver lining!
The Five Life Essentials to Live By
Friday, July 11, 2014
Life, and life
And I didn't have to endure
My lessons, my karma,
If only I was sure
That this round of working
On myself and my issues
Would peel the layers one last time
Finishing up my last box of tissues
Feeling the pain and healing the core
Would ease it all away
Ah so naive my thought was
So easily I could sway
It never ends, does it
It's not really like an onion peel
It's a spiral that holds u in the center
With each turn, another one u see
It's a lifelong worths of lessons to be learnt
A lifetimes worth of self polishing
And when this round is done and you think it's over
All you're doing is waiting
For another opportunity to come one more time
To be born, to live, to die, to create another rhyme.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Mirror Mirror
Who is the fairest of them all?
A little girl eager to please
Making good grades with ease
A sullen teenager working hard
Eating aways at loads of lard
A young heart with a sweet crush
For the first time who feels the love rush
An angry young woman who sees her dad
Abuse his health, her mother and make her sad
A girl who loves her little furry pet
Who hears her out and understands things that no one else can get
A teenager on the brink of losing her mind
Leaves the country for peace and love to find
A woman who sits and retrospects
Staring at life from a ship forever anchored and decked
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who am I, from these all?
And the wise mirror with great compassion replies
Just like life, to it's disciples' wails and cries
You are but a mix of the shadows you cast
Each one a teacher, not forever to last
Turn Into love and look out for light
As each shadow merges into you, making you bright
You are a being of this unmasked glory
Write a new song, start a new story!





