Pyramids and Peacocks

Pyramids and Peacocks

On a bamboo shelf

Painted and aligned

With your bamboo self

Spread your feathers wide

Show the world your arch

Move gently in the heat

Of your onward march

Grow wild and fast and free

Be versatile and strong

Let the colours of your days

Stretch far and linger long


March 22, 2018

I knew early on that it was love. The thing that brought us all here. Breathed life, animated us. I don’t know how I knew. I just knew. The problem with knowing, is that not everyone does it. They spend lives either exalting the knowers or exasperated by them, never stopping to notice that they could know too, if they bothered to try. I never tried, really. It was just always there. And when you know all of the universe, it’s hard to be around people who are deathly afraid of knowing. You find yourself moving left, all the while being pulled right. Right isn’t logical but there it is, refusing to be ignored. Insolent, illogical right. Eventually, after thirty some years of left, left, left, you find yourself in a holding patter of counterclockwise drudgery, wondering why you ever let other people’s fear of knowing have its way with you. Fear didn’t being us here. Fear had no part in any of it. Love ran the show from day one but somehow we mucked it all up. I’m still not sure if being a knower makes me obligated to be a doer. Or if love will allow me to observe. A knower and a watcher, creating ripples in the fear.

For Daughters

October 25, 2017

I am but honoured, that you chose my portal as the entrance of your existence

My body, turned shapeshifter, moulded to be your residence

Soul, raptured by your presence


Fretful anticipation, affecting every cell

For I knew before I knew

That you were my portal as well


Launched me into motherhood with a glance at chocolate eyes

Handed me challenge after challenge

So I could rise, Rise RISE


I thought I was to teach you, be your protector, be your guide

But you descended as a master

Ever patient, by my side


Now I get to live with heaven, flowing beauty through your flesh

Ever speechless that God made me the keeper of you


August 31, 2017

Death and life are in the power of the tongue

In my mouth

Entire worlds hummmmmmmmmmm


The fortress of my elders

Lost in a battle for a Port

The language of the people

Who held it once before


Haunting drums that echo fiercely

In my belly, in my soul


Mark the sadness

Mark the madness

Mark the courage


Mark the toll