Transcend: Art & Peace Network

As the tears suddenly transform into words

I begin my ascent back to life.

I am at a loss when words elude me

And I lie in a heap of raw emotion.

Words are my solace, my balm.

Words are my liberating key;

I am a slave to words.

They hold so much

And yet they fall like water through my palm,

Leaving me wet . . . → Read More: Wet

I am in the space

The emptiness beyond emptiness

The sliver in between

The crack where the light comes through,

Where words make sense, where connection is prevalent

Where the moment feels pregnant with new life

And I am enough.

I am past the crying, the sadness, the self-pity

The longing and the despair.

I am in the free zone, but

I only notice the crack . . . → Read More: The Sliver

After the storm

There is silence.

After the storm

There is no chance for reconciliation

Between Mother Earth and its inhabitants

Between my lover and myself

Between my troubled mind and the larger Mind to which

I long to return.

There was a chance

On the battlefield

In the storm, in the fight, in the moment.

That moment is now.

It is always now,

But now, now, more . . . → Read More: Now

Mother Earth is no longer talking
She is beyond a whisper
Beyond a close brush
Or a stinging reminder.
She is screaming
She is crying
She is tearing us apart
As she Herself has become torn.
She is aching
She is troubled
She is Softer than we think
Than we presume
When we tear at her
Rape her
Rip her apart in our greed.
She is dying
And in her last throes of . . . → Read More: Mother Earth