it’s all food

Petralia Soprana, Sicily, Italy
it’s all food

the tender touch of a loved one
or the feeling of the sun on your face
the stub of your toe on the chair foot, again
or cutting your finger with the vegetables
the taste of cinnamon and tangerine
the argument at work
or interaction you just weren’t present for 
the sound of church bells ringing in the distance 
or the alarm clock buzzing you awake
the disappointment of not taking the initiative to help someone else, or yourself
the joy of the children playing in the yard
or a quiet moment’s rest.
every little thing.
it’s all food.
if only you’re truly hungry
to know your truth 
and ready to taste 
some ripe delicious fruit. 

We’re all authors

Ibiza Spain
We’re all authors

We’re all authors.
Our minds are always writing stories. 
Oh, the drama that goes on in there! 
Mostly we don’t even realize the pen is at work. 
But those habitual patterns of thought, 
those beliefs we hold
and assumptions we make,
pour out to fill chapters in our book. 
Amusing, lighthearted stories, 
stories of danger and fear, 
stories of hate and love, 
sadness and happiness. 
Endless themes for our fickle minds. 
The novellas we love - and those we hate – 
shaped by our engagement in the world. 
It all comes to us in a rush - 
what people say, 
how something makes us feel, 
our basic human needs - 
and we scurry to scribble out our truths 
onto the page where everyone can see them. 

so much to see

So Much to See

Come out of hiding
Express your Self with abandon
Step into being wholly who you are
Allow divine energy to flow through you
Embrace the sanctitude of sharing your truth

Reveal your genuine Self
Verity emerges as you open your soul
Your luminescence rises above the noise of the world like fog along the mountains 
As you empty yourself naked, exposing your depths
Who you are flows like water moving from a pitcher to a clear glass 
Your truth freed from within, so much to see in the emergence

This poem is also part of a collection I put together called Meditative Blossoms.