Too Afraid 2 Love

I’m afraid 2 love you too much
I feel like I’ve lost touch
All I can think about is you
I’ve never known a love so true
I’m lost in heaven’s kiss
My joy has become love’s bliss
You make my hair stand on its ends
Intoxicate me with your heart’s elixir again
My love transcends words I might say
Watch me show my love today
Your smile sings my heart’s melody
I’m afraid to give you this ring
I’m afraid that you might want to leave
I’m afraid you’ll just abandon me.
That is why, I push you away
Love does not know fear
Love gives, knowing More is always near
Ignore me, my soul needs you to stay
Trust and Commitment lead the way
It’s time for Fear to run away
Grace opened the door for Love’s new day
If I wasn’t afraid 2 Love you too much

No Dry Wells for Me!


No Dry Wells for Me!

If I
Believe that
Resides within
I must Remember that
I am Overflowing with
& Grace
My Well
Will Never
Run Dry
I will Give
Of this
Without judgement

Ghetto Spirituality


Ghetto Spirituality

I subscribe to a ghetto spirituality.
Somehow, no drama suits my everyday reality.
Guided light never suited my child’s mentality.
Original sin greets my divine individuality.
There’s no church and no pews, in my ghetto spirituality.
Brothers and Sisters see love’s innate commonality.
Golden rule trumps any judgmental brutality.
There’s always room for more, I love you in your totality.
Suits me fine and my neighbors too, this ghetto spirituality.

Why Contemplate, When You Can Discriminate?


Why Contemplate, When You Can Discriminate?

Discrimination can a sumptuous temptress. I was with a Korean young man that I have the pleasure of knowing and we went shopping at an Asian market that primarily had Chinese items within it, as well as many Chinese people. The  young man was mortified, he was paralyzed by the deep seeded stereotypes that he had about that culture.

I talked to him about labeling others and the pitfalls of having a close-minded attitude towards other groups. Yet, the situation reminded me of my own prejudices. How many times have I categorized someone in my mind on the basis of their: ethnicity, religious beliefs, or even the school they attended?

Why can’t we accept people fully based on their present behavior? It is so tempting to simplify life by stereotypes and racial profiling. The recent bombings in Boston reminded me of how our society can be quick to can lean towards the easy solutions. I heard statements like: “All Czechnians….., or “All Muslims”……or “All immigrants”…. You fill in the blanks. They are all absolute generalizations. It’s just not that simple. Maybe the answer is love, Agape love. “Through love, one acquires renunciation of discrimination naturally,” according to Ramakrishna.  Nobody said it would be easy. But, it is necessary.

Leaning in to My Sisters


m37_article_dark_skinned_women_film_1280x800_article-small_91Here are some ways that we could “Lean In” to our sisters.
1) We could embrace our sisters’victories, rather than being driven by jealousy, as they attain our goals.
2) We could mentor our youth and those living in poverty in order to help them to accomplish their dreams.
3) We could invest time and money into ourselves and not feel guilty when we allow ourselves to rest.
4) We could seek to understand first, rather than judge.
5) We could learn to love our Sister Earth in the same way that we love ourselves and each other.
6) We could embrace tradition while welcoming innovations as they reveal themselves in our society.
7) Most of all, we must LOVE ourselves unconditionally, in order to be able to effectively expand throughout the world by “leaning in”.

We are NOT Victims


We are NOT Victims

We are not victims. We all suffer in different ways. Everyone from the richest, to the poorest, the strongest, to the weakest suffers. Who am I to say that my suffering is any less than yours? It depends on my own perceptions. Approaching life from the standpoint of a victim is death.

One can feel justified in hurting another or stealing from another because, “we deserve better”. After all they may have been: discriminated against, cheated on, raped, beaten, lied to, cursed at, yelled at or fired. No!!! So, too, was your brother or your sister. There is no place in our society for anarchy. If we can face our own suffering and learn how to deal with it, we have more of an opportunity to serve humankind.

Suffering is a commonality among all humans. If we search, and sometimes if we just become aware, we can find joy among the suffering. We can find compassion, love and understanding in our hearts next to all of the envy, pain and the hate. If we all operated from this space, the world would be a better place.

The Season for Letting Go of Children


The Season for Letting Go of Children

A Letter to My Child-


You have grown into a wonderful, kind, adult that I have had the honor of mothering. I have enjoyed guiding you through the formative years of your life. We’ve shared laughter and tears. You have taught me more than you will ever know. Thank you.

Now it is time for me to let you go. It is time for life to teach you its own lessons without the safety net of running home. You are ready. Yes, you will struggle. The struggle will make you stronger and help you align with the priorities and purpose of your life. You will fall down, but, I have faith that you will always manage to get back up. You have been blessed with the gift of resilience. You are magnificent. Your journey will help you to really know that.

I am letting you go, because I love you. My shadow can be suffocating. I think it is almost as hard for me, as it is for you. But, I am certain that it is time for you to spread your wings and fly. I can’t wait to watch you soar.

Love always,


Marie Osmond Smile


“It’s not always a blind man who falls in a pit. Sometimes it’s one who can see.”


 Marie Osmond Smile

Verse 1:

I took a road trip out into the sticks

Stopped at the store to pick up a soda and chips

Saw a girl with a Marie Osmond smile

It captured my heart for many a mile


Car broke down, who should offer me a ride

The pretty little girl shows up by my side

Well, we sat in her truck and talked for hours

 The sun set and we watched the meteor showers



Her eyes sparkled, and lit up the night

Her rosy cheeks lifted to the sky

Her cherry lips framed her teeth like a shrine

That pretty little girl with the Marie Osmond smile

My mind mesmerized by that Marie Osmond smile


Verse 2:

You know, I’m not one to kiss and tell,

But her truck was cheaper than a motel

Months passed, her smile was tattooed on my thoughts

Too good to be true, my mind was filled with doubts


Found the courage to return for awhile

Asked for the girl with the Marie Osmond smile

They said she quit workin’ and went back to school

 Her heart was broken by a thoughtless fool



Her eyes sparkled, and lit up the night

Her rosy cheeks lifted to the sky

Her cherry lips framed her teeth like a shrine

That pretty little girl with the Marie Osmond smile

My mind mesmerized by that Marie Osmond smile



 I had her heart in my hands

I was afraid to give love a chance

Now I have to live with my regrets

I know, this smile I’ll never forget


The Love in Blood


The Vermilion Love Saturation

The Love in Blood

As I breathe in, I feel the openness of each molecule of air as it saturates my vermilion blood nurturing it and enveloping it in the love that is creation. It scurries through my arteries carrying that love from now to the future. The world in which I live knows no time. My life is magnified in the thud of my heartbeat as I reach for my desires that lead me to my purpose.

My fears and sorrows climb up the corridors of my soul. I whisper, “Hello.” to them. They are as vital as the deoxygenated blood that runs through my veins. I thank them for showing me how to define my happiness. I bless them. But warn them, “I will not be drowned by you, for the worship of you is shallow. It is the light within that I follow.”

I exhale eliminating the “can’t do” energy of the past. Yet, I refuse to judge it. I choose to live vibrantly within each breath. I choose to love myself first. For it is only through the love of myself that I can serve others, forever.

It’s so nice to be nice. Just to let somebody know you’re nice.”-Maggie Brown-


It’s so nice to be nice.  Just to let somebody know you’re nice.”-Maggie Brown-

What If

What if kindness was the way of the land?
What if we wished the best for our fellow man?
What if we felt blessed when they did well?
What if there was no judgment and no hell?
What if we really loved our planet?
What if we never took the sun for granted?
What if the oceans never had pollution?
What if we used clean energy as a solution?
What if we didn’t eat meat for awhile?
What if we let the animals run wild?
What if we really loved our enemy?
What if we listened rather than sought war so handily?
What if everybody could read?
What if we all had something to eat?
What if “nice” was the only way we knew to be?