Dear Sarah, Cells of my sky and lungs I breathe in self and other, division, duality,        and I breathe out the union, reunion with all-spirit — rays of light mingle with exhalation– we, as one, sigh our greeting of recognition, inspiring a smile and a soft, broken heart– _____________________ Dear Andrea, Our hearts, like tea leaves, open slowly, unfurl over time, while continued steeping in the circumstances of present and past– we learn to weather scorching heat, bright, blinding moments that sear our skin– _____________________ Dear Steve, Each time we step toward the unknown, we exercise our choice to be…

Only 4 more cards to go.  Here are the penultimate poems: Dear Peter, Sometimes, we must walk along a dark path to find light– sometimes, solitude fills the gaps,       requires that we empty before we fill– we expand and contract, sing or wail, find ways to be peaceful in struggle–we are brave and strong     together     and     apart– ______________ Dear Jacqui, The light pierces through the rigid rib cage, the protected sinews and muscles that pump blood through my body– I am warmed, full, brave– the world glistens, my cells the same as the bark of that tree, this bird,…

I have been slow to send these out, but here are the latest group: Dear Diane, Sometimes we stay through uncertainty, our bodies breaking open, hearts afraid– Sometimes we find the right questions, satisfying answers– Sometimes, we just sit, full of heat and sadness, fear pushing against walls– _________________________________ Dear Randy, The quick flap of wings, bodies linked in space, softens my edges, reminds me that we, too, fly together– our interconnection necessary as the air we breathe– division born of fear creates illusion of separation, yet your breath and mind are inseparable– ________________________________ Dear Aaren, That morning, the moon…

Dear Liesbet, How we find                                 or make meaning    —    how we fill or fulfill — what cost or what loss,      how the heart expands and contracts when we say   “yes”  or   “no”  — filter the residue, magnify the results _________________ Dear Marino, How do we doubt connection— expansion— fullness— How do we doubt “thank you”    and I hold your pain       for one small moment— A smile in the street when you are momentarily seen— a flash of joy ____________________ Dear Nilufer, Suddenly, the known quantity becomes new  —  a flash of awareness  —  space in the heart-field of belonging to…

Last weekend, I finished a significant weekend meditation retreat, and during the celebration afterward, we were all given the opportunity to present something as an offering to the group.  I read a few poems, but my real offering was the promise of a poem to each person in the room in the form of a postcard.  I had a lot of fun doing these in the past, and it allows me to work on another form of daily practice with writing.  I’ll be posting these poems in installments as I finish them.  Here is the first group: Dear Jonathan, Opening…