Joy Is Always Running

Joy is always running Water splashing, Children laughing Joy is there for having, Not for holding, But for knowing Joy is deep within us: We can wake it, Not create it Joy is always running Neath the surface Warm and glowing

The World Is Full of Resonance

The world is full of resonance Of loving echoes ringing; The birds still try to tell us this, If we but hear their singing For sound can glitter in the air, And make the sad soul glisten — The world is full of resonance, If we but stop To listen


shells beneath the surface shine in sharpened joy for summertime, and colors dance before our eyes: the shock of rainbow-edged surprise - and you know love like lips on lips, in water splashed with fingertips, and sunlight searing through a soul that's gained its way, but lost control so live as though you full intend … Continue reading "shells"

into infinity

a luxury she won at chance, a view she never thought she’d see: the bushes and the trees a sign, a door into infinity   a solitary moment spent along the edge in measuring how many heartbeats she’d yet had, while never letting her heart really sing

Never Steal Joy

Here is my advice: Never steal joy – Leave happiness to itself

3 Beliefs – 2

Joy comes interlaced with pain Everywhere we are, or go; Golden childhood tales contain Match girls dying in the snow — All we think to say, or feel, Frozen days by sunlight graced — Bricks and mortar of what’s real: Joy and pain are Interlaced


tangled fall and wind aslant should is shouldn’t, can is can’t up and moving, must away find the heart, forget the day clouds that beckon from the skies wind that laughs, and ground that cries soul that sorrow knows, and grows simple devastation mangled wall of former grief love is long, but life is brief … Continue reading "exploration"

Flowers Named Elizabeth

For holidays, and hidden ways, For shorter goes and longer stays, For time reflecting only breath, For flowers named Elizabeth, For every moment felt in joy, Adventure spent, and girl-meets-boy, With gratitude we lift and know How good things are, when they Are so