Malvorrosa My Love

In a warm pink glow

the sun dips her head

below graceful palms

dark emerald hues

cascading foam

breathing rhythmic


far away yet fresh

like a spring

water quenching

my heart’s thirst.

Your body beckons

your arms surround

mine like gentle

lapping waves

always in my head

heralding smiles

soon against your chest

resting eternal

comfort softly burning

a forever memory.


Space and Digital Poetry

Mt. Evans, Colorado
Mt. Evans, Colorado


I like to get in a space

calm, cool, without conditions

between or on the brink of seasons

when it’s perfect outside

underneath a blanket when it’s cold or

serenity circling my head.

The best places are peaceful

a warm sun with fresh breeze

so that where ever I go

loving equanimity stays

deep in my breast my

breath caressing my lungs

in even slow cadence like savoring

sweet cream on my lips.



In white fields of text

and image surfing away time

huge waves foam

gleam, catching our eyes

Runnels of thoughts

in all directions

grazing in unmethodical ways

forgetting what the first

search was whittling

away wood increasing

emotions pulling at seams

are you more informed

or just scattered in a digital vortex?

Summer Reading of Autobiography of a Yogi

Throughout this summer I’ve been leisurely reading ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ by Paramahansa Yogananda.  As a regular yoga practitioner for over six years now I was especially keen on reading this book.  It’s a beautifully written essential text about the origins and history of yoga in India, and how it came to the west.  It is filled with inspirational tales of the life of Yogananda as well as sketches of the  lives of India’s most illustrious yoga masters, gurus, prophets and saints, exploring the unity of theological and philosophical beliefs of the east and west.


Here are some quotes that I found full of wisdom:

“The deeper the Self-realization of a man, the more he influences the whole universe by his subtle spiritual vibrations, and the less he himself is affected by the phenomenal flux.”


“In deep meditation, the first experience of Spirit is on the altar of the spine, and then in the brain.  The torrential bliss is overwhelming, but the yogi learns to control its outward manifestations.”


“Ordinary love is selfish, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions.  Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change.  The flux of the human heart is gone forever at the transfixing touch of pure love.”



“Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire.”


“Thought is a force, even as electricity or gravitation.  The human mind is a spark of the almighty consciousness of God.  I could show you that whatever your powerful mind believes very intensely would instantly come to pass.”


“Forget the past.  The vanished lives of all men are dark with many shames.  Human conduct is ever unreliable until man is anchored in the Divine.  Everything in future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now.”


“I have found that life persists in the midst of destruction.  Therefore there must be a higher law than that of destruction.  Only under that law would well-ordered society be intelligible and life worth living.”


“”Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength,” Christ has proclaimed; “This is the first commandment.”


“Clear your mind of dogmatic theological debris; let in the fresh, healing waters of direct perception.  Attune yourself to the active inner Guidance; the Divine Voice has the answer to every dilemma of life.  Though man’s ingenuity for getting himself in trouble appears to be endless, the Infinite Succor is no less resourceful.”


“I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillments only love, the natural blessings of the outdoors, and intelligent crossing and selection.  In the span of my own lifetime I have observed such wondrous progress in plant evolution that I look forward optimistically to the healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles of simple and rational living.  We must return to nature and nature’s God.”



Nocturne Poetry


Tonight there are nocturne melodies

dancing about my room,

just before in the cerulean dusk

among fresh rain smells on pavement

ceased drops, slight sprinkles

t’was the gentle spring

chirping chatter of birds

outside my window

singing sweetly of tonight

and of the final resting

the last sunset up ahead;

how I wish it to be as simple

and beautiful as these cradling notes

the rhythmic stanzas of breath

like sleep on an evanescence sea.

Consciousness & Morning Poetry

You are not your mind or your thoughts. You are the consciousness in which the thoughts come and go. – Deepak Chopra

I usually wake up

too early

when God’s fingertips are

just gently touching the horizon

orange or light blue streaks

through the curtains

birds singing & chirping merrily

or sleepily or maybe that’s

how I hear them in

a lucid gossamer state.

Those things I said or

wrote come back to me

in words, sentences

driving pins in my mind.

It’s nice when I can

laugh them off and

forget but occasionally

they keep me up until the

alarm sounds,

sweetly my love

reaches for my body

and we try to go back

to our dreams until

the radio blares again

if we are lucky it’s

a jazz song streaming

soulfully to announce

a beautiful day

and if not I am comforted

even if sleep deprived

because there is an embrace

and how blessed

I am that it belongs to you

and it for me.

Carpe Diem Poetry

Druids Celebrate The Summer Solstice At Stonehenge

I’m waiting for the solstice

for my zenith too

a feeling so adamine

swaying dress, liberating wind

naked swimming & skin

upon cool morning air

percolating pleasures

or pain sobering reality

challenges of chess

preventing royal deaths

resurrecting moments from

brinks of falling cliffs,

stings, stimuli, songs

that make arm hairs stand

give me life, pregnant

thoughts, streams of

clear water vacillations

experiences so high

as humanly as possible

before I die.


Moon Poetry

The moon is always there
early morning slivers
dusky evening full blooms
powerful as love in a woman’s eyes.

Whether resting or traveling
I need her consistent peace
gentle undulating waters
in my heart and soul.

She shines, beams
beckons ocean waves, sprouts,
harvests; I shall tip toe
among gardens blessed
bathing in her lunar light.