The Innocent One Plays in a sea Of fascinated wonder Allowing the eternal To just be Delightful. © 2021 Gail Barrie
Immersion
Drifting through a fertile darkness Shimmers of luminous hope making way To unknown vistas of imaginal encounters Willing to be taken by Beauty’s whim By the continuity of light and color and sound To spaces and places that exist beyond…
Because My Sister Asked
December 4, 2021….. Remembering my mother, who came into this world 100 years ago today. 100% Sicilian, first generation American, she was born Serafina Crimando and called ‘Sarah’ in order to blend in, which was very important to my immigrant…
Breakthrough Affection
In these COVID days They call it breakthrough infection. Ah, a dark way to open a poem. But wait. As if emerging, Emerging from a deep retreat, I find a better breakthrough The color of air, and no mirage. I…
Hugs
Ten hugs for breakfast, Eleven with lunch, Twelve hugs for supper, A dozen per bunch. Hugs that are scrambled, Hugs on a bun, Hugs in the ice cream With sprinkles for fun. Hugs in my salad, A mug full of…
Blurdoggy Days
Today was one of those Blurdoggy days Where random matters summon the weirdest of magics, The good kind. Like a mistake that captures the spirit of a moment Without an ounce of trying, Or when things go haywire and help…
Souls
What oceans hold and anthems know Is mirrored in a river’s flow. The raindrop not absorbed by earth, Hovering on the brim of birth, Meanders slowly toward the sea and Yearns for holy unity. Then By strange grace the droplet…
Just Dessert?
Mine for golden finds concealed In territory yet unclaimed Uncovering a mother lode of love For all that lays in wait. © 2021 Gail Barrie
Cosmic Daisies
Seeing with eyes both old and new And senses unfamiliar Opens restless heart and mind To unexpected treasure. Moving with what seems unknown In trust and gracious fervor Brings freedom abloom where once confined With light in equal measure. ©…
There is a Place
There is a place In the southwest corner of the soul That wants to be given Away. Or maybe to be Laid out on a mesa For bone-picking? No, No. It wants tenancy In someone else’s pueblo Whose kiva receives…
