We have walked on different paths,

And laid claim to different priorities.

Still, lingering in some of the same

Spots along the path to see the views

We caught glimpse of similar lookouts.

Sometimes, I was there in winter, while

You visited the spot summer or fall.

The scent of betrayals of our bodies

And along the borderlands of time

From those whose life stretched

To the breaking point of truth

Sheds stories–some we live with

And some we learn from.

There is in all of this

An invisible flight of wings

Touching the sky circling

And flying down to earth

To home again where we meet

On two sides of a bridge–

One recognizing the other

Bridged by the invisible.

Happy Belated Birthday



Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.



Every Day Is A New Day Birthday –Dali Lama(80th Celebration

Watch the video on this page.  It is the Dali Lama’s 80th birthday celebration.  His message is beautiful, and he is with Pattie Smith who put the celebration together.

Written Metaphor (A True Story) 3/11/2013


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Reflections On The Goddess


I have chosen to write about the Goddess through the movie ‘Tree of Life’ by Terrence Malick, even though the movie is quite elusive.  Nevertheless, I believe this movie portrays the Goddess archetype very well through the mother in the … Continue reading

Metaphor for the Day 2/12/2013


Integrity is not like clothes you take out of the closet and wear on a holiday. Confidence is not something you give and take with plus and minus signs attached, depending if the sum will or will not be in … Continue reading

Metaphorical Thought for the Day


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