Where words find their rhythm and hearts discover their voice
I resist the idea that I write poems. The words seem to have a mind of their own and generally appear at a time and place of their choosing.
They began one day without warning and trickled into my life over the years with increasing frequency. They have become a way of expressing, and in a way, experiencing my spiritual evolution. They have nudged me along the path, offering insights along the way.
No one heard them or even knew about them for the first ten years. Then I began to share them with the occasional muse who inspired one or two.
I never expected to share them publicly. But somehow, they have pushed their way onto this website. So, now that they’re here — I offer them to you -- gently, unvarnished, with the love from which they were born.
At first glance, a line break in a poem might seem like a mere structural necessity—a place to pause, to carry the eye to the next line, to make the poem fit the page. But anyone who has ever written or read poetry with intention knows: the line break is not a pause. It is a choice . And more than that, it is an instrument—a subtle, powerful tool capable of shifting everything: tone, pace, emotion, and even meaning.
There is a quiet kind of alchemy that exists in the world. Not the sort that turns lead into gold or conjures storms from spells, but a subtler, more intimate kind—one that transforms the ordinary into something luminous, simply by the way we look at it. This is the kind of magic born from attention, presence, and wonder.
There's a particular quality to the silence that follows the last note of a song—a pregnant pause that seems to hold all the music that came before it. As poets, we spend so much time focusing on the words we put on the page that we sometimes forget about the spaces between them, the pauses that give our verses room to breathe.
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