ya know, i lost my mother at birth, she gave me away to be raised in an old family tradition....i later came to discover her within myself...and now again in you.
i think i am even older than you in years but you are so generous and your love is so tangible ...when i am so confused you are the dream of my mother come true...do you remember i said we are each others dreams come true??

thank you for being

i am sitting in a little afrikan villiage after a day from hell.
i have treated 250+ women and girls and have just finished eating our evening meal the sky is the most gorgeous twilight i have ever seen i am exhausted and i am sitting here with many of the women and showing them this bizarre market place .... we are laughing harder and harder the stress of the day and the struggle of this life has finally broken us all apart and this is the first time they have ever seen such a thing i am showing them a world many worlds

it has been a rich day living in the bleakest poverty and treating these magnificent people now the old one OYA will read the bones for me.


wish you were here?!

love is no commodity here, it is in every touch and every mouthful and every swallow , in every pure smile... i wish i could send you some of this fare
it is sweeter than all the romance in the city , tastier than any dinner at Maxime's
we sing in low tones and find rhythms to calm the anxious ...we weave on small lap looms the pieces for our tapestry of comfort and stories and poems

the red sky is HUGE and smells like cotton sometimes scorched sometimes blue

Hello over there! Sending love to you all...


Wonderful works you are doing oya...

Wow! The power of the Internet to make it possible to share these moments with us. That's amazing.

Kisses for Alex,...

Awesome writing!!!!

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
and called out, " It tastes sweet, does it not?"

" You've caught me!" grief answered, "and
you've ruined my business! How can I

sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?"

we are here near there
the tent has thirty doors
we are here
a place between the pebbles and the shadows
a place for a voice
a place for freedom, or a place
for any place fallen off a mare
or scattered by a bell or the call to prayer
we are here, and in a moment we'll explode this seige
and in a moment we'll free a cloud,
and travel within ourselves

teaching you to see us, to know us
to listen to us
to feel our blood safely
teaching you our peace, we may love or not love this road to Abieye
we are here within ourselves
a shy for the month of june
a sea for the month of may
and freedom for a horse
we are here near there
thirty shadows for a star

I remember,,, I am blessed my Lovely and I walk a happier step each day knowing you are with me as I you,,

Love & Light and many Blessings
Hugs & Kiss's
from me to you,,, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the last post,, Humbled is me,,,

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssss as I ponder off and bask in your beauty,, kindness and humbled soul

Oh My Friend,
The colors in the weave today, reds, always the crimson's, dirt and soiled, purple saged as the ages of times to past and ahead.
The color of a smile when the secrets want to giggle from a child..chorkle is a beautiful color.. Hello

i am not what anyone could be looking for
chaos is the order of the day
the ruins of a wild fire that has not gone out
have quite alot to say
come near and i will make you warm
hold on and you will burn
there is nothing left familiar here
and i do not want to harm
take heed and hear me
my madness won't be tamed
i am a woman for every season
and one that wont be named

what you call kindness
for me, is different than this
i AM FILLED with this
like a new mother.
with every parting
torn and mended
when our eyes remember
i need to see them
knowing i will rage


what light is this darkness?
sitting with blood on my hands

Light comes from knowing there is no light seen, sometimes.
We cannot understand, though you fill our cups to over.
And you need your children..
that I feel.

i carried her thru deserts
over fields of explosives
over broken glass
and fragments of lives
lost running
legs burning against numbed feet
stumbling
hearts racing
she nestled
within, empowering
crossing every border
she lead the way out
always before me
there was no such thing as risk
there was only her calm certainty
that she would be born


she arrived
fully equipped
on a sunny spring morning
may 10 1994 @ 8:15 am

it was an auspicious day
Nelson Mandela became president of S.Afrika
and she eclipsed the sun.
i named her Inanna

bump

Enter my brightness
be washed in the feel
Of essential me
touch lightly, stroke
Pain clears away
acute senses
Trace each line
scar, mark
My total release
will be you
i seek haven
like a toxic waste container
sailing the seas searching for an open port
where can i find a safe harbour to recycle this pollution?

who will unload the stench that no one can bear?
when will my clothes burn the history from my skin
who wakes up and looks at me with my eyes?
why don't i recognize this girl sweeping away the ashes
it feels like my country has fallen from the window of the train

a gentle breeze in a strange summer
and the windows are white then red
and the sun is a pommegranate at dusk
and i, a stolen orange.
why are you running away from me?
when all i want
from the country of daggers and nightingales
is my mothers handkerchief and
reasons for a new death


a gentle breeze in an oasis
and the earth is a feast!
the birds have flown
to a time that will never return
you'd like to know where i came from?
and what's between us?
my country is
the joy of being in chains
a kiss sent in the post

all i want
from the land that slaughtered me
is my mother's handkerchief
and reasons for a new death

Bump

Love & Light

Strength I send,, Wrapping you in my arms,, shedding my tears with yours,, I so miss your Light,,,