Suppose we sign prenatal contracts,
before, in life, we each are birthed—
what are the gains we hope to see,
to justify such harsh conditions?
Be reassured, we check our facts,
the gains are worth these tours on earth.



When inner selves feel ill at ease,
it seems our strengths are being tested.
These times by nature are recurring:
they call us out, our growth to show.
According to some luminaries,
it’s how our spirits get ahead.

Being Too

“Being Too”

I contemplate our inner souls
and that which lies beyond existence.
I speculate we’ll feel again
that being-giving source by which
our spirits come back through its portals:
each life a new and bright occurrence.



I seem to live between appointments
with doctors of the health profession
who read the omens of my being
and give me counsel I should follow.
And in the case that I resist,
My life expectancy will lessen.



My mother died the year two-thousand
And in my soul I felt quietus
My driving spirit gone astray
It’s been awhile I’ve felt adrift
But now I’m cooking once again
Supported by my inner Venus