I have broken
many things
in my life
some can be repaired
Six am
A spoon in a cup
the noise
and then the silence
Stars may die
Stars may die
before I lift up my eyes
and see who you are
or I could discover now
that you are the bright star
in my heart
Whisper
I heard a whisper
in a corner of one
a small voice of fear
slipping through the fingers
of time
The kind question
The kind question to ask
the stranger
who has arrived in your mirror
is not who are you
or why have you arrived
before me
with my eyes and face
it might be
have you remembered
my name
the true name of who I am
which you have forgotten
so many times before
The list
Day by day I discover
the list of necessary
becomes shorter and shorter
love
My Christmas Poem
A hundred of this
two of that
the season turns
who can count the leaves
a thousand of this
one of that
a son of god
who breathes and speaks
of love
the seasons turn
the leaves fall
pain and darkness don’t go away
but sunshine waits
under every leaf
daninmaya 