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Rainbow Resonance

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Outside the temple I built

For us

You wanted my embrace

And I wanted you

So we stood beneath

A cosmic canopy

Facing a place between

Chaos and conversation

We brought our hearts

On pink fluffy clouds

To hold and to breathe

A glowing orb between us

Your neck perfumed with jasmine and sage

In those moments that lasted

You sighed

With a hum that blossomed

In rainbow resonance

Growing hope in the garden

Of safety

Signaling my body to relax

In the glimmer and shimmer

Of our auras entwined

As if we’d met there

Lifetimes before

Interrupting the Melancholy of Absence

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Interrupting the melancholy of absence

I dreamed we were sitting

In the backseat of a Mayan taxi

Cobblestone drifting below

Red, orange, and pink patterns

Fluttering strands

Between us and the sun

I couldn’t help myself

Blissed by presence

I stroked your foot with mine

Cuddled my face into your neck

You said, “I am a pool of water”

And I knew exactly what you meant

Betrayal

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I

She pulled into their gravel driveway to find

The table they picked out from the vintage shop down the hill

Matching chairs he gave her as a birthday gift

Baskets he brought home to cheer her up one day

The blue bench they put beneath their bedroom window

Her desk, their couches, bookshelves, her artwork, and end tables she painted

Piled into a haphazard pyramid

She stepped out of her car in confusion, leaving the door open 

Not knowing his secrets

She made a procession around their belongings

II

He came out of their house carrying bags of her books

She collected since childhood

His face, strange and distorted around his lips and eyes

Contempt and arrogance wrinkled his brow

What are you doing, was all she could muster

This is your fault, was all he replied

As he dumped her books into the mess

She pulled at his arm and begged him to stop

He pushed her away

Tears poured down her cheeks as she plucked books from the jumble

And tried to salvage

Their home their comfort their love

Their connectedness to each other and this place

Relics of their little family, their shared life and time

But he yanked her away

And threw her to the ground

III

She crumpled and watched in hopeless horror 

In anguish and sorrow

As he poured gas from the cans they bought for off-grid adventures

His heart aching, his wounds projecting

Just tell me you understand, he spat

But no, she had turned herself inside out to get where they always wanted to be

After so much work, they had arrived

Wasn’t that miracle — enough?

He lit the cloth torch soaked in gas

And tossed it

Spiraling destruction scorching their world

IV

Watching her life combust before her, she dropped into the void 

And was no longer afraid 

Mistaking the bonfire for the flames within her heart 

She stood, feeling no other place that she belonged

With her back to the fire, she faced him and reached for him

Not knowing his deceits

She squeezed his hand and stared into his eyes

Reflecting chaos and pain

Inhaling deeply, she let go, took several steps backwards and leapt into the inferno

Her body convulsed into shock

As she lay dying, devoured by the pyre

She believed, or imagined, it was his warm arms that enfolded her

His ego smiled, watching her engulfed, finally satisfied to know 

The extent of her love

V

When only embers, hardware, and her jewelry remained

He stepped to the wreckage of their life

In that moment 

From the ashes of his darkness

A bird of light burst forth like a call from the heavens

Her wings fanned open, gleaming gold

Her long, luminous tail feathers unfurled

She floated like a star above the ruin  

In the bright radiance of her beauty and truth

Grains of sand, pieces of his reality he couldn’t contain

Spilled from behind his mask

The sight and sound startled her like a door slamming shut 

Pressing against the air, her wide wings 

Effortlessly took her over the trees

On an incandescent flight

Union Divine

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At the end of fall, I sit burned and jagged, hot and dry

Remnants of my life scattered upon me

Monuments of destruction

And you find me like this when you arrive as clouds that cover

Shielding my skin from the sun’s burning rays

Until you are mist, preparing me

To accept you as rain

Mixing with my ashes, creating fertile compost

Forming puddles under rocks and cleansing my pain

Softening the shells of my long-dormant seeds

You return as snow

Blanketing me with your cool, soothing balm

Held and holding, gently protecting my wounds

Layer by layer, inch by inch

And in perfect timing, you melt away

Caressing me, pouring into my veins

Saturating my sediment and filling my aquifers

The seeds that sprout in our entwined elements

Grow upon me, out of my ashes, in the warmth of your love

Between Earth and Sky

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Pour your rain upon me

Until my rivers swell

And creeks appear on every path

Race through my forests

With your gusts and gale forces

Fell the dead towers

That no longer serve me

And stand in the way of our

Evolving Dance

Crash them onto my soft, supple body

And I will transform them into new life

While we sing of our union

Our balance and harmony

That’s greater and more powerful than time

I Carry Him

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I carry him on my back uphill. A broken pelvis, healed without intervention, disabled his body long before he was mine. Cool green manzanita leaves and prickly pine needles shake off their snow like birds in a bath. Beside them, I march; enjoying each boulder, each seed-bearing cone, each sage brush adorning snow. I slouch under dull pain in my shoulders. I had thought for years to train for backpacking, but never enough to start — until this disabled body showed up wanting the adventure as much as I. 

Behind gauzy clouds, the sun moves through a sky that morphs from bright to dark almost without warning. I check my watch. We’ve arrived at nowhere-in-particular and must return downhill. I relinquish my body from the backpack, careful not to tip him. 

His feet, wrapped in miniature booties, make miniature crunches on the snow-turned-ice. Perfectly timed to my pattering heart, evermore delighted with each mini-crunch. His steps a staccato. My strides: the baseline. Sloshing where snow and earth made mud. In one bright streak — a comet’s trail — still water reflects the sun that warms our backs, both covered in fleece. He looks back at me, checking on me, flashing his wide, toothless smile.

When I wonder too long, his mystery past roots sadness in my heart to guess. The only certainty: a guardian angel plucked him from death row. And here we are now, his steps and mine, crunching ice in booties and boots. Living our destiny.  

Varanasi Sage NOW AVAILABLE on Amazon!

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IT’S HERE!

My debut collection, Varanasi Sage, is now available as an ebook and paperback on Amazon!

I am overjoyed to share this work with you! Years in the making, I put my heart onto the pages of this collection. I hope my heart touches yours as you read my words. I would love nothing more than for you to check it out. CLICK HERE!

Here are a few reviews I’ve gotten so far:

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If you’d like to read a few sample chapters from Varanasi Sage, click these links!

Awakening Depths

The Lucky Ones

Forest Song

During the process of writing, revising, and releasing this work, I encountered so much self-doubt and fear. Pushing through these emotions has been incredibly rewarding, and it still amazes me that I have a physical manifestation of my inner work.  I hope you will join me in celebrating this milestone!