Monday, February 8, 2016

Our World

It is our world now.
The one that waits
to be discovered
the one that needs silence
to enter
the one that wants to awaken
to the luminous possibilities
that come from
delving into our depths.

Those who have left
left it to us
to image creatively
beyond our selves
beyond our views
into the eternal essence
of why we are here.

It is our world now.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Drifts of Sand

It is not meant to be understood—
the twists of fate.
It takes us in
and around and through
the portals of our creation
but doesn’t stop there.

Oh, if it would just
rest on a happy day,
or the view of the sunset
warm, rich, alive.
If it would keep the child here longer
or keep this moment forever in us.
If we could hold fast
this love
tie a knot on it
perhaps the pain
could be in our bearing.

But time moves on.

We are sand
sifting through life
in one direction
absorbing what we can
going out the door alone.
Leaving our loved ones
with the hope
that we are still here

perhaps we are.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Spirit Rises

Collaborative Art by Linda Kay Stevens and Sherrie Lovler

Something passes
and we are touched.
Yet spirit moves forward.
Matter falls.

Spirit is from the start.
We are born and we die
and die and die.
We watch as rains fall
and we feel
the cracking of the earth
the cracking of our hearts.
Yet spirit
never ceases to rise.
And in our surrender
she takes us into her arms
and carries us with her.

And leaves still fall
and trees are bare
and time
will let them bloom again
as spirit rises
and matter falls.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Great Moments

Great moments
dwell in the grasses
and the trees
In the fluttering light
that surrounds us.

They live in the stories
that are shared
from one person to another
In the deep songs of the soul.

They open the door to love
Propel us from here to there
Make our cells feel alive.

Great moments
tap as gently
as the beating of your heart
They come and go
like whispers in the wind.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Edge of Chaos

At the edge of chaos
spirit moves
in a different dance.

Away from the storm
waves subside
as motion slows.

A delicate beauty
rises from the mist
which swirls
in the forgotten movement

left alone to be discovered.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Next Phase

The endless days of openings
on silent ground that cannot be felt
call to me.
It is time to leave
my small world of comfort.
The truth of my existence
is here, now
ready to take me
on her flight of surrender.

Surrender to who I am
and resist no more
Surrender to faith
to healing power
to love.
to the one life
I am here to live.

The apprenticeship is over.

Saturday, December 6, 2014


Wholeness comes in parts
and I want them all —

the deep depths
of the underground
the silver lining
of the upper world
the joys and sorrows
sun rises and sets
heights and plateaus
loves and loss.

For this is life
and I want to go
into my final days
having known
them all.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Soul Guide

My eyes
clouded by what they see
call me to look deeper.

My mind
closed by what it knows
asks me to feel my way
into the sanctity of life.

Wisdom comes in symbols
from sources
beyond what I can reason.
The unreasonable becomes my truth.

The journey becomes my guide.

Friday, August 15, 2014

This Ephemeral Life

Seasons pass
in the flow of changing.
Days drift
that cannot be contained
or held down
like music floating in the wind.

This ephemeral life
that we want to understand
want to catch like butterflies
tame like lambs
love like it will love us back the same.
But the horizon
can never be reached
no matter how far we travel.

Here we are
dropped in the middle of the mystery
and there are things
we simply will never know.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Greeting The Day

Let me touch
what I have never touched
Sing songs I've never heard
Dance with moves I've never felt
And awaken this body
to new exaltations.

Life comes and goes
so quickly —
The grass once green
now brown
The figs full again
Children grow
and have their own.

I, too,
feel my body's life force slow
But I won't let her fall
into the dark abyss
I will stretch her again this morning
Touch what I have never touched
And sing the songs I've never heard.