Poetry and Art

Merkaba

MerkabaYou came to me in a tranced meditation,Transported, I stood at the opening—The sacred cave of Mother Earth’s awakening.Protection wrapped […]

I shall not forgetthe peculiar betrayal, the grief—crying so achingly hardmy very bones screamed.I begged God to tell me why,why

The guitar in his hands had just fallen silent

And as you lifted your head,

Someone stepped forward,

Struck a match, and said softly:

Crimson hummingbird, a soul’s ascent, vows I’ve written in cosmic light.