As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, December 30, 2010


Thie question was posed to me a few months ago....and as we embark on a new year, I return to the question and I return to the words.....

My “job” is not me.  My job is the in between place where I stand searching for what I want for my life.  A job, a place I go to make money, so I can live, and leave that job at the end of the day and do the things I love.  This job has no ties with my inner world, my inner desires.  Why do I do this job?  We have to work....does this make me happy?  A question, separate, yet probably the one that is important.
I write to free my inner voice that seems to have little room for expression in the world I live.  I write to show, to be free, to discover, to feel and ultimately grow.  If this was posed as the question “WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU WANT TO DO” writing would complete me.
I be the person I am because to me there aren’t enough good hearted people.  It’s the thing I strive hardest at, be the best person I can be, to love and share and give
I don’t know why I do what I do.  Maybe because you HAVE to do, and does that doing mean you have to do what makes you happy???

Thursday, December 9, 2010


There is a dusty path
That leads to a small door
The door to a small space
And in that small space
A light will appear
A light from my heart
I allowed you to come near
You saw my light
The beautiful light came from me
You reached through the small doorway
My heart was set free
You took hold of my torch
You took hold of me
Now where is my flame?
The flame that once warmed me
How do I illuminate a dark heart?
Which now is a bottomless hole?
How do I fill my heart with promise?
And empty the dark from my soul?
Where can I find the light?
The light just for me
And how can I fill the small space
The place, the space
My heart