Wearing flags on lapels
With artificial smiles
Lies instead of care, while
Flags hang outside our homes
On holidays or none
I cringe at the sight
what is that about.

A symbol that meant freedom
For so many years
makes a statement to turn away
As friends around the globe
held a story high
Now tell how
We’ve lost the plot.

A story for the world to revel in
Now comedic frowns
hanging from the many
touting harm and fear
Instead of homes of joy.
bullies in the name of
making great again.
Our story’s lost,
As Petition signing
Disarming democracy
Making sure fear replaces
Love.

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Are you hearing footsteps
In your core
Are they pounding out your fear
Do you listen
Where does it come
And what is it really.

Your heart is awakening
Possibly from many years
Or just a few minutes ago.
Do you remember, did it hurt
Or was the laughter and joy
So enlivening that life
Called you to be a part
Of your own.

Pay attention
To the pattern
Of your heart knocking
To come on home
Taking your hand
Offering a path to love.

Grab it through the murky
Place you cannot see
Feel care touching you
It will guide as you surrender
Into your nature of acceptance
Welcoming sharing in
discerning the face of
love.

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Sitting in a windowless room

in the basement

where the smells of death called

entering my thoughts

and core of being

70 may be reached they said,

but that may be as far you go.

Here I am today

a few days past 70

Smiling—feeling well

Yet, ghosts share the room

haunting hidden corners

from years and days along the way.

I hear songs

calling to lift my feet

moving on the Earth

alive and well, smiling,

my mind has a lot to say.

Choosing dance and play,

the ghosts can wait,

the moment will come—

just not yet

as I breathe

My life engaged.

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A heart can hurt

If you’re in touch

With who you are.

As you struggle

In this world

To cross the boundaries

Checking in as though you care.

A heart will hurt

Because you care

But the pain shows

That you’re alive

And however deep

The hurt is felt

It’s better

Than feeling nothing at all.

A heart beats

Announcing regularly

If you only listen

Take the time

Love someone

A chance may come

To feel alive

And share in joy

If you can give

As well as take

To love fully

Is to feel and know

It is in the paradox

Where we are home

Open to the wonder

And comfort in the glow.

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A blessing of wanting

Has mysteriously made its appearance

Shifting lives from just fine

To looking forward and being with.

How rare to want

And know how it feels

To be with the other

Returning to be heard

And sharing our nature

As a way of being.

This is the Holy of Holies

Where sacred deeds occur

And blessings are sung;

The words are the acts

And the sanctuary our hearts

Touching one another

On our way home to heaven,

To do this on earth

Is the human being Divine.

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And now the shaking

I’ve been feeling

For most of my life

Has made its way

To my physical truth

The fears I’ve been holding

Have now appeared

In my pores

For I have squelched

The passions

Of my soul

Until almost too late.

I opened though

And there’s no

Shutting down again

So in the lonely

Disturbing place of my life

It finally made its way to my

Body

So I can know

It’s time to challenge

The patterns of a life

Not yet whole.

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Hands on heart often

feeling throughout my days

being alone, not wanting

Yet, meeting love again

for the first time

I want passion

Reciprocated

offering self full and more

Back and forth bouncing

catching each other

Before we fall

or together

hitting the sky and the ground

at times.

Not running again and

Taking from, instead

of offering together

Wanting to be with

even in moments

with self.

Too much for both

to meet, regularly

giving, receiving

as though the world

that rips apart and seduces

is not at all present

Loving without restraint

or approval

from the very one’s

who don’t want to see

and don’t…

Love

for the sake of being

In joy

so much that life

does not get

In the way.

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My heart opened
Right into your being
Beyond all the traumas
That direct so many
days.
Continued into places
Rarely felt and finding
Untouched portals into my soul.
And yet I don’t remember asking,
wishing it
To leave me alone and then not
And here you remain
Where touch is painful
And tender not trusted,
Yet wanted.
What to do, as I awake
trying to leave my bed
As my day begins—
You haunt my every moment
Something came to us both
Love… Not polite or nice
Ready or not
Are you still here.

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As we find our way to joy
Passing through the dark places,
Sometimes stopping for a while
Come find me
I’m not far, always near
By choice
Brought to you through listening
To a deeper hearing
Than ordinary time, I
Entered you to a place
Beyond the surface skin

Yet fear and wounds
Pushed away then
pulled me back
As I said goodbye

I get lost too, wounded
In life and
Again and
Some more
Yet
Listening
Into the portal
I
Trust
I still hear
You
More and even more
You enter during my days
And in you come
In early hours.

I listen past words
To home
In my heart

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Angels were sent
To fulfill through love
each of us to hold and care
giving in a world that takes.
I was touched as they kissed my heart
Opening a pathway past the dark places
Lighting a way for me to see
You…
Easy it’s not, yet guides my days
Remembering why I’m here.

Room needs to be made though
For the invitation says for two
I see the twilight, will it shine some more
For I get lost as it’s dim
And the road is without signposts
Let’s each bring a firmament
And light each other’s way.

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