NewEarth Riddles

September is the month of reconnection with heart… may these words lighten yours, in union with the Creator of all. ********************************** Ah my handsome lover, No one plays the strings of  my heart So magically, like you do. I wish all hearts knew you As I do! The disappeared one in your silent beauty. ***…

NewEarth Riddle…

September is the month of reconnection with heart… may these words lighten yours, in union with the Creator of all. ********************************** Ah my handsome lover, No one plays the strings of  my heart So magically, like you do. I wish all hearts knew you As I do! The disappeared one in your silent beauty. ***…

Note to Self – Final whirl

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0eSdZ9l9RQDBuCdPVZlKSU?si=izQMqkmtQdy4VfkiETi6hg&dl_branch=1 Ah love,  circling in my heart See valleys and high peak mountains, Eagles with open wings, Willow trees still in winds. Ah love,  My pain, my cure, My goings, My comings. My words, my silence. My eternal flame Burn me, burn me All travels are ending In this final whirl. Mirror, mirror What do…

Poetry Podcast

https://open.spotify.com/episode/2FyRagzG4nNV9ciTXjy3f0?si=7ff01ca819e04074 My love, watch my lips movingon wounds of offeringon the ground of your loveas my heart ripen in wineand my soul burnt in fire of passion,They say, I long for eternal,They say, I overcome myself;I say no more,see my fire, touch my stone,see my sky and feelthe beating of my millions stars,my soul falling…

Icarus’s Metamorphosis

Inside my heart, a shy nymph has been living for years. She plays a magical harp masterfully. All I knew were washed away by her music. I was left alone with the ocean. So I began a conversation with waves, traveller seagulls, with morning sunrise and a cool dark night. We became so intimate. She…

The Braves

life is your inheritance A fragile fracture of a sacred movement Between dust and magic. The thorny road, the narrow path, The barefoot sage, Is humming of your soul, Falling in love with not knowing Where Now stands. Remember,  when ache breaks your chest And tears blur your vision, The soft scent of love Always…

The nightingale and the Rose

~The Nightingale and Rose O beloved, Last night I walked in the rose garden alone, Air was full of your fragrance, I looked everywhere for a sign Of your passing, perhaps a thread of your hair, Or your fingertips, mark at edge of a leaf. Behind the dark garment of night I found a crushed…