Category Archives: Dance


If it gets much keener

I will sync into the brilliance of heart-thought

layered in pink folds of tender softness

My crimes of glory

of glee

of gladness

are consumed inside the blanket

its softness upon my lap


With Snow White wrap

I cover myself in

with the wind


In the snow

at night

when I’m playing

I am praying


When I’m lying

soft peaks are rising

in the stillness of almost sleep

I feel the arms of the hearts of my loved ones inside this lamb-like skin

this fleece cap of free-flowing thought

I am the wind as it whispers through the leaves


So please these leaves

the river steals them but to us they cleave

They do not burn

they do not gather

They are trod upon with snow and rain and the feet of man

but they exist always in the soil

Let’s bring them back to life

for in the blooms they shall not spoil.

The Seed of Equanimity

The seed of equanimity

lies just beneath breath’s wind

Flowers stretch into invisible blooms

Feel before seeing

the extra-terrestrial-ness of its being

spiraling up the life path

roots entangling with the trees

attracting the microcosmic bees

as chewing the locusts’ vile ways


with internal fountain


Leaving to the sun all things earth and sky

a plant reaching womanly status

with no stigma

no sty


Whippoorwill No More


A part of her energy

as we sent

bade the stars enjoy the sunshine’s glint

Taught the cellular earth to relax and breathe

brought the cosmotic canvas to its knees

Glazed the germ of sand, which into oceans quench

She played a trance-filled whippoorwill safety wench

Trumpeted the sloth in its uphill climb

Formed the bridge into a mother-peace  lake, sublime

She swam without shame in moonlight’s glove

Floating over the membrane of cerebral love

Silent Sender of Light




I enjoy being a silent sender of light.


I didn’t know how to do that when I was young

on grey days

when the isolation closed in

with low energy

and old papers


Piles of old newspapers

with crosswords and Ann Landers

black and white comics

sports scores


I guess that my steps out of a book

were close enough

I practiced

what we pretended


I don’t want to get to close to the old days


Imagination —

When I see someone doing ALL that

for real

It amazes me how they look like Angels!

Broken Glass












A window in time

I looked through it and saw once more

there is only time

space spills out into distance

like lace inside a doily

the only thing to compare it to

is the intricacy

of the self crying out

for understanding

like a broken piece of glass

This Christmas

This Christmas

I would like good relationships

with extended family members…

Oh, right, I have that.

How about some goals and plans and new hobbies?

Hey, I’m dancing, blogging, painting, singing…

Yah, I’m good there.

How about rewarding work?

Um, yes, I’m teaching music; I love that; I love kids.

It would be nice to have a lot of friends

from different walks of life,

friendly relationships,

men and women;


Well, there are still those Debbie-Downer moments…

but I also have the mp3’s my son downloaded

on my phone so that I could jam while I drive

or the laughs I share

with another son

on the way to his school

or the music


and synchronicity I enjoy

with my OTHER son.

So if my husband and I could just

connect and understand each other a little more…

if we could just spend some time


in different situations

living life

and getting together

while we immensely enjoy

getting to know each other

over and over again…


I have that too.

There’s very few things that I don’t have

so few

that even if something could be missing

it’s just not! 🙂