Your smile is a million candles
That give light to my heart
The winds carry your scent
The trees hide desires in secret
You are a rose and thorn
Sin and salvation
Nightfall and sunrise
You are the pull of the moon
The erupting force of volcanoes
Upon the whispers of the wind
My spirit can hear your voice
A gentle tone
Filled with love and desire
We are harmony
The moments of rhythm and emotion
Give life to the symphony on your lips
Our bodies sway to the beats
Of our hearts
I revel in your rapture
For I have forsaken a hundred
Just to see the light of a new day
Dance upon your lips.
©PICTORIGHTS AMSTERDAM. Photo by Bugiandassociates
Dawn blossoms May’s moon,
tempts white-winged moths
to worship the dew.
The widow of Coomcallee limps
the river bank, seeks the shallows,
water shushing pebble, stone.
Continue reading Beltane Blaze – Poem by KB Ballentine
Clear water plunges through the sandstone basin,
tumbles over lead-gray limestone. Fragments worn
smooth, edges rounded.
He stands amidst the stream, surveys the bottom
between the ripples all the way to where the sky
edges the water’s mirror. He kneels in the stream bed,
rifles for pebbles matching caliber of the sling-pocket
of his leather-thronged catapult. His fingers search,
Continue reading Five Stones – Poem by John C. Mannone
If only you could see the vision
Now deeply living inside my mind
Feeling the peace which now stays
Knowing your love is only mine.
If only you could feel the passion
Which each new day is on the rise,
Then you would never worry at all
For you will never face lonely times
I truly love you deep within my heart
With a pure power that never ends
And every time I awaken to your smile
Its life essence selflessly begins
For I feel what you have given me
With the love you allow me to seize
Binds me tightly to a fervent need
To have your love always next to me.
When a birthday fall on the Jewish New Year, thoughts of living and dying take on cosmic proportions. Fortunately, it’s rare for the two milestones to collide given the differences between the secular and Jewish calendars. Both are celebrations, but the New Year begins ten Days of Awe, a sacred time when the celebration of life is combined with contemplation its finite nature. This year, I had a double dose of introspection on living and dying. I celebrated with the traditional New Year’s apples and a piece of gluten-free birthday cake with non-dairy cheese. Still recovering from surgery for a life-long health challenge, I spent the day in silence and solitude. My mind sought the path separating living from dying and wandered from wonder and gratitude to mourning and humility.
Continue reading Living and Dying – by Deborah Levine
Lush jade jungles
Lead into the anonymity.
Silence drizzles dew
The grass is still wet
The sun sets on the back of the camel
Continue reading Charisma – Poem by Meena Chopra
The bluebirds are back –
spring can’t be far behind.
Bits of blue fleck the feeder
though skies still rain gray.
Continue reading At First Sight – By KB Ballentine
If there was one thing that you could point to for all of your accomplishments, what would it be? Likewise, where would you point the finger for all of your mistakes and failures? Right now there should be two fingers pointing at you. Why? Because who you are and what you become is completely up to you.
Continue reading Getting to the Point: Character-Driven Success — By Dr. J. Phillip London
In much of the Developed World, we’ve struggled with the worst economy since the Great Depression of the 1930s. In addition, we live in a culture that has grown increasingly pessimistic in the face of multiple global challenges that seem too complex for our species to navigate. Pessimism seems a lot smarter, certainly more hip, than optimism.
Continue reading Regaining Forward Momentum in These Challenging Times — by Dennis Ghyst, Ph.D.
Maria Tallchief, international ballet superstar, inspired the ballerina in those of my generation caught up in the Dance Fantasy. Like gambling fever, the Dance can be all-consuming, easily contracted and a life-long passion. I caught dancing fever at first sight, growing up in Bermuda. I stared, open-mouthed when the square dance caller yelled ‘allemande right’ and my older brother Joe and his friends flew around the circle formation. “Me, too!” begged my five-year-old self. “Can I, huh, Can I?” The caller looked pained when Mom asked permission. “Yeah, OK. But only if she can find someone who’ll dance with a kid that young.” The deck was stacked against me, but Joe paid a friend sixpence to dance with me. My love affair with dance was off and running.
Continue reading Defying Gravity with Prima Ballerina, Maria Tallchief — by Deborah Levine