Poems of our journey
I walk on a late autumn afternoonAnd my heart leaps up to embrace the sky.All love and beauty surround meAnd the pale reflectionsOf my little mind’s philosophyDissolve like the morning mistDispersed by the rising sun. My heart expands with loveUntil it fills all spaceOnce again I feel the gentle hintOf Union with all there is. … Read more
At a Spiritist conference in Miami in 2014, the speaker, Dan Assisi, ended his talk with the phrase, “Together we can do beautiful things”. I was quite taken by this phrase and showed Dan my translation into Portuguese, and the phrase is now the tagline of the MOFSA Community website. Later it inspired a poem … Read more
What will bring me peace?I am sitting with this questionNot ready to begin my dayAll I can do at this momentIs to write from my heart. I yearn for a work to continueAlthough my own powers diminishAs is natural in life’s passageI know clinging to what was is not an answer. Do I glimpse a … Read more
It is the very simplest of thingsMany words are not requiredA return to a favorite placeCommunion with my loved oneSimple acts of friendship and kindnessKindle the sunshine in my heart.
Life is changeDo I want it to be the same?Would that be living? I spent the day in the pastIt was all very excitingBut now I lie awakeMy body telling me truthsThat my mind avoids. Simple acts of livingAre what I need nowTake little stepsI have begun. September 14, 2026 This poem came during the … Read more
“It is raining and you can hear the pattern of the drops. You can hear it with your ears, or you can hear it out of that deep silence. If you hear it with complete silence of the mind, then the beauty of it is such that cannot be put into words or onto canvas, … Read more
Guidance can be ever so subtleIt was a cool and cloudy dayI thought my walk would be shorterThen came the gentlest of nudges to visit our treeAnd so I began our familiar walkI did not expect to meet a friendBut I did!A cheery greeting of recognition and I continued onNow I am sitting on a … Read more
Today is Labor Day in the United States, and I realized that it would be a good day on which to share an aspect of Marianne’s and my relationship. I have always been absorbed in my work. In the late 1960s my work was teaching mathematics at a Knox College in Galesburg, Illinois. Marianne was … Read more
Do not analyzeLet your deepest feelings lead youThat is the path of the heartIt will guide your way home. The path is not what you thoughtThe entry gate is tearsTears seemingly without endThey break open the shell that has enclosed youAllowing you to feel, really feelAnd to become at lastWho you are meant to be.
A road lies before meIt looks wide and invitingOthers have traveled itNo caution sign bars the way. But a still voice inside meWhispers a soft message of concernLook for your own pathDo not follow another’s.