Broken Eyes

and I wondered why
we draw our hearts
with tireless passion
upon the shifting sands,
where busy waves
prowl and hunt
with every passing tide,
and then I remembered
the lion and deer
who simply join each other
for a little dance
under the neon stars,
and suddenly
everything seemed
just perfect
through my broken eyes.

When I Rest My Head....

when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I hear a butterfly
flap its wings
in a dance
on a gentle rose,
my being smiles,
and is lulled
into a stillness
that creeps up to me,
to hold me,
warm and close;



when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I nuzzle up to the hair
that holds my breath
and yours
for a moment,
my being sinks,
into the vortex
of emotions,
and I lose myself
only to find myself,
again and again;



when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I feel held within
the fragile, strong walls
of a safe nest
upon a tottering tree,
and I move
with the shifting ground -
rooted, as Life holds
and twirls me around
in a sacred dance
through fire.


when I rest my head
upon your chest,
I feel myself -
a child,
a woman,
and a man,
all at once -
in one breath.

Seeing

a falling apart
or a coming together
of worlds
new and old?

a fragmented self
or a cryptic whole
aglow
in a new light,
seen beyond darkness?

A pause
for a breath,
and the view
is magical!

Simply Human

I am an infinitesimal piece
of an endless jigsaw -
I don't want to compete
with anyone else,
I don't want to spend
an entire lifetime,
trying to find out
how I fit into the whole;
to complete a picture
that can never be completed;
I want to live on the edge,
and stretch myself to my limits,
to fill my own tiny broken self
with all the pain and joy
that it takes -
to be
simply human.