Within the Healing of Nature


Within the healing of nature, its not that our trauma is erased,

but it becomes somehow distant, further from us,

as if it was out to sea, washed

by ocean waves, reshaped

by the wind.


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Walking with the Sacred


Oceans will hold our prayers, as we walk along the shore

breathing in the peace of rolling waves, washing us.

And forests will hold us, safely

in our weakest moments,

until we have reached the top

of the mountain,

fully aware

and confident,

having walked

with the sacred,

that yes, we can trust,

the Divine

with our future,

as we lift

our hearts to the sky.


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His Spirit Lay Quietly Over the Open Sea


It seemed as if his spirit lay quietly over the open sea, with grey clouds

oppressing, pushing down with snowflakes

falling, covering the gentle movement

of the waves, then melting

or was it only a piece of him

a fragment?

A memory of the sun broke

the grey, and suddenly it did let go,

and he was moving again

a wave roaring

washing the shore,


in the winter sun.


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Walk On Spirit, Walk On


Walk on spirit, walk on, past the shadows lingering

from our political ashes

beyond the rhetorical chains

walk on, and run into the safety

of earth and sky, where oceans release

our humanity, and poetry sings

a sweet melody,

into the center of our hearts,

where love is remembered

pulled out, rescued

from the lifeless


Walk on spirit, walk on.


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