inner art journal

on this long road
to being authentic
each step brings me closer
only by discovering
how I am not

I dreamed
I remembered
how to fly~
what freedom
to challenge gravity

things happen
I try to respond but
I feel stolen~
at last it dawns on me
I myself am the thief

I dream of my fears
and wake up with relief
“oh that was a dream!”
does God give us nightmares to
show us we can wake up from them?     (published in Tanka Practice)

so long in the dark
rummaging through shadows
my heart now recalls
all it has ever wanted
is to go home

blossoms and branches
extend in ten directions
and take us with them