Heap of Tired

It’s as if the sky is crying for me,

and the thunder wails for me,

so that I may relax into this feeling of despair,

so I may exhale into a comfortable heap of tired.


And the storm will pass, the tears will wash away,

and we will start afresh,

cleansed from the outpouring of our hearts

and the washing of our souls.


138- Marry Thyself


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“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with Source. … A man’s highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed.”~ Cherokee Proverb My … Continue reading


133- Lifting Each Other Up, Effortlessly


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Very little is as uplifting as knowing that the way in which one lives her life has a positive effect on others… to know that living by example is enough to inspire to action those who are ready to take … Continue reading


123-Rumi Poetry is Dangerous


Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. ~Rumi Life is not a Disney ride. Just because you went and rode “It’s a Small World” doesn’t … Continue reading


115- Moon Prayer


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Sleepless Candles flicker, tickling my mind, which resists surrender to my body’s exhaustion. Flickers swell into a giant moonbeam soft and bright from the window behind my pillow. My divine self reflected back at me through the full moon’s brilliance. … Continue reading


114- Through The Window

Walking holograms

Like the guards at the Queen of Heart’s castle,

They walk.

Flickering holograms, transparent to those who see.

Different from each of infinite angles.

Windows, the view through clouded by our own reflections.

A bright hologram, a window I can see through,

my beloved.

Where only I exist, where I meet the Beloved

In bliss, joy, boundless Love.

And windows get dirty, clouded by our own projections

And it is hard for others to see through

To meet the Beloved with you

In that space through the hologram, beyond the window.


113- You Cannot Drown In LOVE

Another inspired by a Facebook post. Original quote:

“Reason is powerless in the expression of LOVE.”
Rumi….. ♥

My thoughts:

Love is not rational. Love flows. What a wonderful way of being, to remember life is not black and white.
To try and rationalize “what is love” or “is this love” puts a damper on the true expression.
Flow with it. Let it sweep you away like the currents, and surrender to the beauty. You cannot drown in Love. ~Amy Baker


106- How is it?


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How is it that a strong woman Feels vulnerable like a child? Scared, alone, unsure, adrift How can one endure so much And still doubt? Divine light one day, Childlike insecurities the next. Tears flow down my cheek, Carrying the … Continue reading


105- So Full

I am full, oh so full

But not uncomfortably so.

No need to loosen my pants,

No indigestion.

Just a filling up of my heart

Letting out a sigh of relief

From the fullness of our steaming cup of love.

We sip together, nose to nose,

or separately, alternating between offering and receiving.

Settling in, digesting all the goodness.

My cup runneth over.


84- Seeds they are a flyin’


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Okay, I admit I am borrowing this material, but it captures something that I love. It captures a huge part of the reason I blog, why I always attempt to be raw, transparent and honest in my blogs. As I … Continue reading