Poems
In the work that I do, my goal is never to add new knowledge or new capacities to you. You need nothing new. My goal is just to create spaces – through a piece of writing, through a class, through a retreat – that help you rediscover, reconnect to, remember what is within you. [...]
This is a big rite of passage for me. A stepping over the threshold. It’s here: a book of my poems. A beautiful, hard copy book. Very soon, it will be up on Amazon.com, where you’ll be able to buy it. (I’ll let you know as soon as it’s up.) The [...]
Turn Your Palm I invited you in to the mystery with an open hand. I invited you in to the lap of love. I walked you down a golden path and touched your eyelids when you slept. Then I turned away and showed you a darker moon. You live in the land of [...]
You can learn to keep yourself company, but only by keeping yourself company — Do you ask “how are you?” and listen like a deer deciphering a rustling in the leaves? Do you say “take a walk with me, and let me show you the woods?” Do you sing yourself a song? [...]
Your gifts are shy, and stand behind you, like a child peeking out from mommy’s leg. But you already know that. You’ve seen it a thousand times as you tucked and buried them wondering what was wrong with you. It wasn’t you. Gifts are bashful. Most live hidden, and die in alleys [...]
I wrote this poem for the wedding ceremony of my dear friends Ruth and Ira, who got married a few weeks ago. I wanted to share it with all of you. It feels like this poem might want to visit some other weddings too, so if you’d like to, you are more than welcome [...]
I love, and have always loved, reading poetry aloud. I thought I would try it here, so today I’m reading one of my recent poems, The Last Word. The audio is about two minutes. Enjoy a moment of slowing down with it in your day. If you are reading this post via email, [...]
It’s my birthday today. Thank you for showing up here in soulful connection, for being part of my circle, for sharing in this. Here’s my birthday wish, what I want for the year, what the year wants from me, the prayer of thank you & request. Love, Tara *** sun [...]
I never believed in death, for I never saw it. I saw only that this became that. The petals fell away, and the thing became a stem, and the floor became scattered in pink. Containers break. Eras end. Thing-ness only a stopping ground, a pause at the train station, followed by moving on. [...]
There could be this other way, she said, of living from the inside out. Really doing it, she meant. Letting go of, “I am she, of this name. Of this home, and marriage, and weight. Of this conduct. Of these beliefs, and not those.” Instead, she said, it could be like this: [...]
