She beckoned me, release . . .
Unrequited Love
I was ready
Allowing peace to fill me from the heat of my heart
I will cherish and be cherished.

She beckoned me, release . . .
Rejection
A river, an ocean, a flood
I am sucked up in an undertow
Reeled into remembrances
My deepest cuts and jagged jaded wounds
releasing such damage
cruelty begets
A Storm Rages
Sorrow Follows

She beckons me, Now . . .
Spread Your Wings
I found the gentleness of my soul
to say . . . Good Bye .... read more

Be ~
as water is ~
without friction ~
Flow around the edges
of those within your path.
Surround within your ever ~ moving depths
those who come to rest there ~~
enfold them. ~
while never for a moment holding on.

Accept whatever distance
others are moved within your flow.
Be with them gently
as far as they allow your strength to take them~
and fill with your own being
the remaining space when they are left behind.

when dropping down life's rapids,
froth and bubble into fra... read more