This is an ongoing poetry experiment. The purpose of this book is to capture, the best I possibly can, the infinitely complex force of the universe that drives life. The onset of this collection of poems was sparked by a profoud experience in nature, where I rediscovered what I once knew as a young child: we're all indefinitely connected to the earth, the cosmos, and each other. There is a greater force driving and inspiring us all, a force we can't quite measure or quantify, and it is extremely beautiful. These poems explore this force, this soul, and how it composes nature and the human experience, transcending time, space, and the conscious mind.  

Have you ever peeked out from behind a wisp of cloud and watched your children, those of

your body, dance upon the rugged earth and skim the evening tides?

I have

They are me

born from me, watched by me, and nourished by me

and I am them

I sing them songs of the meadows and the forests

I wrap them in curtains of amber, kissing them between the eyes

They revel in me

With rosy faces they embrace me, their toes buried in the mud of my molding

And I revel in them

They build fires in my name and raise hands high in my honor

They run through the fields of wildflowers and breath deeply the aroma of me

Have you ever felt the pull of your children, their bodies awash with the glow of love,

spiraling in tandem with the petals of your own love?

I have

They shine as I shine

In different forms in different dimensions

And yet I shine as they shine

I lift them on high and ferry them through pockets of crisp atmosphere

I feed them crimson and blue fruit, grown in my garden, the mother earth

They sing me

Songs of summer sunrise, pale pink stretching across the seamless waves of indigo

And I sing them

Have you ever thanked your children for the light they reflect, the glint of your own essence

twinkling through space and time?

I have

They thank me for the caress of my passing

And for them I will burn fiercely until my dying day

See her in the dusk trod sky, the Goddess of the Moon

Cast in pearled luminescence, drinking from the cool waters below

Her loving light, fractured by the chop, sends waves that pull the tides of my being

and in her lucid songs I am lulled to sleep 

Loving Mother, guide us, the night travelers

May we walk in your wake, our eyes accented silver

See her amidst the cosmic fires, the Silver Wheel

And watch how she gentles the starlight with her naked smile

What mysteries might be tucked into the cradle of her heart

whisked by the vibrations of some phantom tune?

Wise Mother, guide us, the night travelers

May we bathe in frosted lakes, our bodies refracting you

See her in the lavender dawn, the Mother of the Night,

Pink lace draped across her shoulders, breathing the last of the lake-top fog

She’ll soon be kissed by the day, nestled in folds of golden sunlight

and so she whispers with the breeze, a melody of spun silk:

Be gentle, my children, for through me flows the river of peace

And know that each night I shall guide you in my light and in my heart