I’ve been away…

I’ve been away

but not really…

Like the sound of

a guitar years after

it’s been played,

embedded in the

grains of it’s body.

Maybe like the house

that is never a home,

a garden that is

never planted,

But yet here we are

in the midst of spring again…

growing from the death

of winter…

I’ve been away

but not really


Mountain Ash

We’re not suppose to remember everything… we’re human,
nor are we here without a purpose.

The sound of the Sun
as it moves across the Sky,
and how the Stars are born,
bursting into rivers down
around our feet.

Before our first breath,
and directly after our last,
and in a few golden moments
in between.

You didn’t break in and steal all
my gold, nor make a bouquet of
flowers from them…

For in the seam of the river,
the Mountain Ash reflects well,
where you can see the blossoms and where I… I can see you.

Audio recording: Mountain Ash.m4a
(Something a bit different …)

Life Flows Like a River Back to Itself

Photo by me Photo by me: Bella Coola BC

Our life begins
where we end,
just let go,
no matter what’s around the bend.

Our water will forever flow,
down the river to the ocean below.
When the beautiful sun shines bright,
the warm wind blows us up out of sight.

We will fly
to the sky,
where the rainbows roam,
and down the mountain,
back to our home.

Our life begins where we end,
don’t worry,
it’s beautiful my friend.

Oh sweet Children of mine sleep dear,
a new arising will appear.

You may be old and grey,
or a few milleniums away.

The Moon may change,
and Stars rearrange,

The Mountains may crumble,
and Rivers rumble.

The Trees may fall,
and Bees not at all.

But I will sing to you my sweet Children dear,
a new arising will appear.

(you are forever always little pieces of my heart)

A New Arising My Children of Mine