The Platinum Rule – treat others as THEY wanted to be treated as against The Golden Rule – treat others as YOU wanted to be treated What is it then? Platinum Rule is respect for others and self-effacing while Golden Rule is self-preservation and self-respect….

A love I nurture alone in the dark, the late latest part of the night I can reveal myself Alone. No one expects a show from me So here I dropped the heavy mask I Dawn every morning. Here I can love you. Quietly and…

What if you were omnipresent Their theres were really your heres. You were always Here being now. Resurrection— The end of reincarnation An ascension of space Your yous  come together as one. Imploding into self, Before exploding into everywhere Before everyone Could be there To…

Sometimes it gets tedious To exist here. Then I travel To meet my lucky stars. I fly to the moon Right beside my cluster. Every night i weave my webs Star to star Sparkle to sparkle. Existence here It loses the spark. I fly up…

I was laying down to sleep In the house you once called home And I heard your voice Asking me what I was doing there I don’t know how to answer you And the others would think me crazy if I said this But… Are…

If you want to know truth Watch scifi movies All the things you never wanted to think of All the possible ways this could go wrong All the topics you never talk about at dinner parties Are explored without judgement Attempted without prejudice And laws…

Omega Institute, 1987 So many souls in transition Ram Dass tried to keep us grounded by leading guided meditations each evening reminding us that we were there to be of service to others, sore and needing. Some were living in tents, others had dorm rooms,…

I fly through the heavens Make a pit stop in the Milky Way And have a picnic. I munch on crunchy star bites And then take a drink of clear sunlight. I launch myself on a moonbeam and hover around The moon and wave to…

We put to paper what things once were writ in bone carry maps of home underneath our skins nothing can remain hidden nothing’s lost for good children concealed in baskets hidden among reeds may one day part seas

  Poem 14 Desire Clammy cold evening No raincoat in sight ONLY Steamy red thoughts elbowing through the fog  FOR one’s lover to decipher, stroke by stroke, kiss by kiss…till the sun comes up