Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...

Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears...

My gratitude for the eternal golden light of...
Flooding my lonely darknesses...

I gave and gave
Not enough! they said...

In the curve of her back I could see her pain
and that her very light was dimmed...

Unseen eternal radiance of purity,
Illuminating goodness, beauty and truth in all...

In meditation, floating in the ocean of...
Sometimes...

How will I know when my ‘new’ normal has...
I doubt there will be fanfare, fireworks and...

Cicadas' thrumming
A golden net of sound...

In the calm vibrant stillness of meditation,
Enjoying the Isness of my Being...

In the dripping dark,
Deep, deep underground...

My Love
When I finally loved myself there you were...