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A New Paradigm

We stand on the cusp
of a new time,
a new way of being.

Discontent with a
world that condones
war for the sake
of profit,
promotes materialism
rather than true
self-worth,
divides and conquers
connections between people
at every turn.

Saying “no” to it all,
and envisioning a world
where freedom and peace,
love for the Earth
and humanity at large
are the norm.

Where every person
has the tools
and encouragement
to express their talents,
and feel fulfilled
and valued.

Where abundance in
every way possible
is not blocked, but
it becomes reality,
and where love is
the force that prevails.

Of all this,
and more,
we dream,
we envision,
we intend,
we create.

For we have the power
with our thoughts,
love, and intention
to create
a New Paradigm,
together.

And the time is now.


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Holistic Humanity

How to reconcile
life put on pause
with undeniable
human need to
hug, smile, laugh,
work, play, live,
thrive and be
independent?

It’s impossible;
the human spirit
though resilient
is crushed when
it cannot feel
loving, playful,
productive, and
completely alive.

State of body
now strictly more
important than
mind and spirit,
sad conundrum
that confounds
the holistic health
of all humanity.


*Note: I wrote this poem in April 2021, when many of us were still under heavy restrictions, and had been for over a year. It felt terribly out of balance to me. A handful of people making decisions on the behalf of 8 billion more, who seemingly were not considering the future ramifications of damaged minds and spirits from their decisions based on body only.

And I wonder, have we learned from all of this?


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Gaia, the Earth Goddess


I step from boat to island shore
and she waits for me,
her warm, soft breeze
caresses my cheek,
her lush, verdant scent
fetchingly whispers.

She seduces me.

A gleaming azure sky
calms my agitated mind,
her supple trees drape
the curving roadside,
a satin emerald cloak
befitting the Goddess.

She shimmers for me.

Brilliant sunlight dances
on a turquoise ocean,
waves glittering with diamonds
invite me to play,
graceful sea birds soaring above
call me to be free.

She shines for me.

Exotic languorous lizards
ancient as all time
meander lazily on my path,
scoffing at all clocks,
coaxing me to relax into her
warm, tranquil rhythm.

She soothes me.

Time slips away and
becomes meaningless here,
she feeds my soul
with her enduring grace,
her heart beats to mine
and mine becomes hers.

She saves me.


This poem is an excerpt from my ebook: Our Beautiful Earth

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Puzzle


The problem
with trying to
“fit in”
to society,
you see,
is that
every part
of the puzzle
that does not
fit you
chips away
at the edges
of your
very soul.

Then one day
you wake up,
frayed,
and afraid,
because you
don’t recognize
who you are
any more.

Be careful
to not let
the puzzle
destroy you.


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Tick-tock Madman


That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly,
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
tasks and responsibilities,
and he watches me.
Get up again, do it again,
and again, and again, and again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man,
Mom said he was!
Just dress for success,
always be on time,
and your life will be right.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Then one day I woke up,
and my life felt all wrong,
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them while
I toiled to your

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Oh poacher of hours!
Is there time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while
I played by the rules,
always obeying time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless

Tick-tock, tick-tock.


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