The Spell Is Broken

The Spell Is Broken
The spell is broken, the sand seeps from the hourglass.
A clock ticks mindlessly on a midsummer day.
Wishes lost to a sea of history and sage advice fallen from grace.
When this my breath I follow to find peace at last.
Would not but you that I hold dear, a tear upon the cheek.
An apparition that once was reality forms in the mind.
Too real to be a ghost, opaque in its manifestation.
Lost but captured upon the page and set to melody.
Were not those the sweetest of memories?


Tether My Soul

Let the light shine through; in muted fractured slivers; illuminations of me in the reflection of you.

Imprint your mind upon my soul and create a golden tether to bind against the solar winds;

For distance is now not spatial but temporal that separates.

Moments caught in amber glass and lived for eternity; the tendrils of plasma that extend from the heart and bind the soul in history.

Events like moving pictures in disarray; scattered by the diffraction of the Milky Way; bursts forth in a kaleidoscope of color, light made manifest.

Of bridges between galaxies emotion the creation of our tendency; I call forth in harmony tether your soul to me.

Gaze through the dark prism from time before time to a point of generation; it was always you that cast forth the line in the inky dark matter of the universe; magnetic forces of inverse proportionality.

Tether my soul to yours, electrons streaming to infinity; neural pathways conjoined a universal spirituality.

A union within our minds; complementary wavelengths of sound and color mixing to perfection against the stark night sky; silver to gold entwine; the soul to find.

Lifetimes lived one to the next, a melding of emerging timelines woven in a pattern of cosmic unity.

Let not the energies dissipate an obliteration of you or me; find commonality; release creativity; join and tether to me.

Traverse infinity; release conceptuality; embrace unlimited possibility; forever I have tethered your soul to me.




It is sometimes the fire within the heart that blazes strong enough to give us strength to survive that which we do not feel is survivable.

Draw your strength from those who surround you, leave your troubles at their feet for they will pick them up and carry them for a while.

Lay your head upon the shoulder of a friend for some days it is easier for them to find strength for you than for themselves.

Know that they are there even when your grief veils you in the gray January morn; they see you and are there when you fall.

Strength is the lightness of the air at the top of the mountain, the granite we tread under foot, but always it is found in the touch upon your soul from the ones who love you most.

Lay your head in their hands, cry the tears of despair; for know as the dawn breaks the light is just the faceted reflections of the eternal spirits from above.

Turn now your face to the east, let the golden hues wash over you, let my soul take your pain, let my heart carry your burden and let your despair wash over me, for I can carry this for you today and tomorrow you can do the same for me.



Would but I could convey from my heart that which is most dear. The thought of you any moment of the day for it is your existence that provides my very life breath. When in despair you firmly take my hand and lead me back onto the path. If I should balk or resist you stand steadfast awaiting consciousness to return.
It is the very essence of your being that propels me on. For there are days that the mountains are too high, my will dissipates and my resolve crumbles like iron too long weathered. I find myself tossed about like the leaf in the wind, you gently capture my soul and keep it safe until I can find my way to safe harbor.
Your words may sting from time to time, like antiseptic upon the wound, for mine own good you say, the hurt within the heart is but momentary as it is replaced with your love. The action perceived from clouded eyes is a misrepresentation just as is the shadow cast at twilight. Where I find demons and ghosts none exist for the light plays tricks upon my mind, the brightness of day like your smile always clears the gloom.
We humans accidentally hurt those we love the most, for our bonds are strong and they bring down the walls of ice and stone, leaving them in rubble at our feet to expose the fragility of our truest nature. It is that which the friend cradles close to the breast and shelters from the harsh realities. Though we cannot see for our own pain, the cruelty of our words and actions can wound but in the love of the friendship find healing that is no less than divine.
Vulnerable in moments of despair, pain exuded from us as though from the very gates of hell. Unleashed in a fury which only a friend can combat and repel. As we lay in a heap, spent from that which tortures us, the balm of their love surrounds us, normalizes our world and renews our faith in humanity which we all but lost.
Oh but friend, without you my world becomes ash, my thoughts scattered like atoms in the cosmic wind and my soul directionless. I beseech you to forgive my inconsistent nature, to look upon me with kind and gentle eyes, for I am lost in the wilderness of indecision and your guidance I seek. This day I call upon you, some future moment the honor to hold you fast shall be mine and I will not shirk such a great responsibility for your love is all that I seek and in this I shall not waiver.


The Dance We Call Life

Time is but the convenient measure of the bond that strengthens through shared experiences. Moments which try the patience of the fragile form in which we survive; held together by the unseen force of emotion so rarely spoken. It is the silence of the moment; the words that hang between and somehow are understood by the soul without the vibration escaping the lips.
As we stand firm within our understanding of the Universe as it presents itself today, fully knowing that tomorrow it shall take a form unbeknownst to us and without our permission to fulfill its specific destiny. The firmament its playground the forces its will. Our existence but another of the inconsistencies of nature as we exaggerate our importance in the dance we call life. Such vastness unfathomable and indescribable; our footprint leaves no mark within its confines.
We hold firm to our beliefs; a desire to find commonality which propels us forward. We are not a solitary creature but a herd. Each with its ability and limitation, finding our partners amongst our own and ultimately in a realm beyond. We dance like twin stars forever testing the boundaries of our associations; uncertain steps that when reflected upon show a clear but always winding path.
My bond to you is not a measurable quantity for it is boundless and without limit. Time is not measured by mechanical devices, but through the experience which is imbedded in my mind, lived in my heart and shared through my tears. Matter-anti-matter pairs are the manifestation of the Universe’s breath, giving life to us all. The subtle heartbeat of its life in the myriad of wavelengths of energy creation’s ultimate building blocks from whence we all come.
Union- the action of the mind as it overcomes physical coordinates to reach through space and time to touch spirit. Riding a gravitational wave beyond the edge of today to choose either yesterday or tomorrow. That which lay unspoken takes form, the unseen bond now visible; a cloak of brilliant light bending upon the curve of space.
Whispers in time these shadows long ago; no beginning no end, coalescing in the darkness to bring light. Brilliance mingles with the mundane each sharing in the Creation, each making a home within our heart. The bond is tethered by love, strengthened by distance and forever holds us tight in an embrace that will not diminish. For it is our belief in our reality, our oneness and unity that leads us in solidarity. Spoken not within our mind but through our heart words from our soul written in eternity and present only in memory.

Gaia’s Soul

Whispering mists of time across the river of dreams carry me into the sunset on wings of silken confectionary, as the blossoms struggle against their frozen cages to find rebirth under the golden hues for the promise of the morning sun.
Blue depths; pools saturated in honeysuckle and wine envelop my senses and leave me breathless on its shore.
Fate’s shadow and childish whimsy of yesterday left behind, the tattered remnants of my youth lay in a heap upon the shore like the forgotten chemise on a summer’s day.
Wash from me the half-remembered memory like cheesecloth yellowed from the days of autumn; crushed under foot releasing the musty notes of the fallen leaves, floating upon the breeze in the haze of twilight.
Let the rains pass over me; wash from me the dust of the toil which left its mark upon my soul; raise my face to the stars let the silvery light of the moon transform once more the girl whose destiny lays in the stars; but whose heartbeat is but the ebb and flow of the tides such a gentle embrace.
In a time of smoky scents; a blanket of glistening crushed frailty lays upon me like the bridal veil; as I drift into the winter’s sleep of ages; blossoms red to proclaim the love I shall find; on a bed of pine needles I lay my head and my eyes are caste once again across the land; with a sign of deep resonant harmony their souls will meld with mine for all eternity.


With each season a newness is found, but the connection to who you are remains. ©JFK

Leaves a Mark Within The Mind

Sharing of moments so precious to our future days. For the memory is sweeter than wine and lingers upon the lips; bursting into an array of fragrant nuances as it touches the pallet and burns like sweet fire in throat.
For our lives are but a collection of memories some bitter and sharp even as the vision once so clear becomes a haze upon the plain of evermore. These are memories that tug upon the heart and leave tears upon our cheek as though we have walked into yesterday.
The punctuated moments ; the staccato beat of the heart; fall into the velvet softness and lilting harpsichord of the mundane daily moments that linger for they were spent with those we love, the laugh of the child in his mother’s arms as the wind catches their smile for it is seared into the soul.
The fire on the cold winter’s night with laughter in the air that rings in the ears like the bells on Christmas morning. The smoke in my hair; the starburst of your eyes reflect the warmth all captured in the heart and to radiate upon the skin that burn so brightly within.
The struggles and the triumphs now walk hand-in-hand along a dusty road that we have long forgotten except for the memory. Like a broken strap on the bag of yesterdays, carried across our shoulder cradled safely in our arms and with tears in our heart.
For as we breathe in each new experience those who have walked with us along the way take our hand and lead us into the tomorrows caste into the sea. It is their memory tucked safely in our soul that gives color to the day and chases the grey clouds to distant lands.
Our gait may no longer be steady, our hand may not hold firm the cup, but the sweet memory of your hand in mine, my eyes uplifted to yours and our laugh at a jest long forgotten warms me with the vigor of my youth.
It will be you always, as the sun sets in the purple hues of the day peppered with coral and golden light skipping across the lake, as the days wane and the seasons become one the scent of pine shall linger in the air to remind me of the trees that once grew there.
We shall fade into the mists of time; save but for memory we have left so little that was permanent of you and me. It was our love that infused the world in which we lived, into the creations we left behind and leaves a mark forever within the mind.
So today I look upon thee; oh sweet memory, stay with me for it was those moments that sustained and nourished me and I will walk with you for all eternity.

As to all things a season; but love shall remain through the ages and nourish, protect and guide us always JFK

Tears…Salve to Heal the Wounds

I am a yoga teacher, a simple creature, I do not have the words or the healing touch that shall heal your broken heart and to restore your soul to the glow that has lit the world these many years. That you shall find again for you are strong and the universe will be kind and keep it safe until you again shall carry it proudly into the world.

If but I could take your tear and fashion it into the salve to heal the wounds I would do so; even if it meant taking a piece of my own heart to graft upon yours.

Our lives are a path washed clean by our tears, our hearts are mended time and again with the love of our fellow man. For it is love that has both injured us and saved us from greater sorrow.

If I could I would take the pain from your heart and to give you the hope that you will awake from this. You have lost one dear, for she gave you life, and nurtured you throughout your life. She was there in all the happy moments and you were there when she needed you most.

Our lives are entwined with others, they shall come into our lives and leave them physically but forever they reside within our hearts. She shall rest there always in peace and without the pain of our earthy existence.

Now you will move forward with her wisdom in your breast and her memory in your heart. Let the condolences of our loved ones hold you as you transition to the life that she has left to you… to waste a moment would tarnish her memory and steal the future which she lives through you.

In peace and loving memory to all of us who have lost someone… for whatever reason… with love in my heart to you JFK

Forever was Yesterday

Forever was yesterday in the life you knew. Tomorrow is this place that you keep aspiring to. Yet today is the moment that you control.

The arrow of time points in the direction of your tomorrow, your memories in the direction of yesterday and your experience is this very breath.

The smile on your face is today. The photograph of the wind rustling your hair some far away yesterday, but when turns grey all of this becomes the tomorrow you have yet to experience.

We live our lives in moments that we attribute to a time before or after where we presently are. This breath, this moment; this very action are all that we have for there is no tomorrow without today and yesterday brought us this day.

Living our lives with one foot in the past and the other in the future leaves us within an instability that cannot be sustained and should not be.

Laugh today; smile today; love today and be here now for yesterday is but a shadow of that day’s memory and tomorrow has yet to be written into history.

Walking hand in hand with today JFK

Serendipity’s Manifesto

I stand at the precipice of an adventure that will change the way I view the world, it will give me wings to fly close to the sun. I am not Icarus, for I am protected by the sheath of friendship an armour to withstand the cauldrons of creation.

I must believe for to go back to the life I had before would be defeat. Forward does not mean easy; it does not mean I will not change paths again it just means for today I place one foot in front of the other, hold my head high and reach my hand to those who extend theirs to me. For in their strength I find my own.

The grey veil of indecision, of malaise cannot touch me this day, I reject its intrusion into my life, the life I choose. My path is clear, there are no brambles for they have been cleared by loving hands; those self-same hands which hold me now until I can venture forth into the light.

I give myself to your mercy, do not let me fall, for it is your strength I call upon now at this nexus of my life. Pull me from the abyss; allow me to once again reign supreme in my domain. An army I see before me; my command withers upon my lips; the blackness calls to me but their light is greater than all the darkness of this night.

I slumber in the safety of violet dew drops and emerald rain; for on the ‘morrow the cerulean sky will break through and I shall emerge upon the stage of my destiny. I will be ready, I will not falter and I will lead for to follow is not serendipity’s manifesto.

I stand not alone but in the company of those who have walked this path with me, together we face the dawn as the grey sky breaks and a smile erupts from my lips you are my past and I only look to the future.

In Peace … JFK