A Supportive Tribe

Wind
scatters seeds.
One shimmies
Earth opens to greet her.
She sighed into the embrace.

The sun and moon
kissed good morning,
bid each good night
smiling down
upon the tender life.
A sea of others
nestled into the fertile ground.
They swayed in the breeze,
huddled together in the storms,
wished upon the stars,
shared their dreams,
wiggled in their tears,
and danced in the sun.
She had created a tribe.

Namaste,
L and Muse

A Thought

Poetry, a gift
from Spirit’s sweet whisperings
it flows on the page.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Poetry’s Heartfelt Plea

Remember
when your pen
shared the hidden words
of your heart…
when I was your friend
who held your hand
through your breaking heart…
when I was your only voice
through those darkest hours…
when you slammed the door shut on me?
Do you remember?

Namaste,
L and Muse

Out of the Lines

The quiet blue lines
boxed my creativity
and now
I’m learning
to think, to write, to create 
out of the lines.

Namaste,
L and Muse

My Hammock

Time pauses,
my mind slows, muscles release,
thoughts meander
into unfolding dreams,
my heart soars,
my soul sings
Joy dances through me,
my heart space glows
beating in rhythm with the source,
I am truly alive.

Namaste,
L and Muse

There was a warm nest,
a safe haven, our needs met,
Mama’s song for comfort.

Namaste,
L and Muse

Summer’s Day

A gentle breeze
whisks away the water-laden air
lifting the weight from my being
I sigh
a quiet whisper
“Embrace the change.
Trust you are not alone.”

Namaste,
L and Muse