This morning I walked to the cherry tree, basket in hand. I started at the bottom, gently picking all that I could reach; there were not enough. I climbed into the tree and extended my reach, placing more into the basket. I walked back to the house and weighed them: only 2.5 kg. I took a ladder, loaded it onto a wheelbarrow and wheeled it down the road to the tree. The higher branches were very full. Excited, I picked quickly, tasting the sweet cherries and grateful for the tools that enabled me to fulfill my task.

The ladder shook in the loose dirt and I jumped before falling. Excitement can cause one to become ungrounded, jeopardizing the self and the task. Sometimes this is a good thing, but not always. Thinking I had enough I wheeled the ladder back to the house and weighed the cherries. I needed 333 grams more, the weight of the box. I reflected on the morning’s activity. The first visit to the tree gave me the gift of cherries. The second, with the right tools, enabled me to reach places I could not by myself. The third, for only a few, reminded me that when I could effortlessly pick them I should take extra for friends. As I was finishing, a friend came to carry back the ladder for me.

Each person is like an instrument, and their unique purpose is a key for the co-creation of a beautiful world. When you think of others, the work gets lighter.

Bitter leaf
tender petal
furry coat
honey heart
planet circling sun
Your face, my smile.

You and I,
each a petal,
holding one heartbeat.

Bitter leaf
tender petal
furry coat
honey heart
planet circling the sun
My smile, Your face.

I celebrate now a trilogy of books I have been writing for almost two years in over ten countries that are being published. They hold messages I received from the different vibrations of land and people I encountered. They are stories of my understanding and acceptance of self and my unique place in the symphony of creation. They tell how I learned to hear and to sing the songs of my soul and then how to dance to them fearlessly. I hear often the voice of creation carried on the wind, the water and in the trees. I remember stories from long ago. I believe each one of us has a unique note to sing and when we follow the whispers in our hearts and share ourselves we weave patterns of harmony. These three books are the beginning of a series of nine and are like the roots of a cherry tree, with the promise of sweetness. They tell how to achieve self-mastery and are my roots for living with grace.

The next three books are the cherry blossoms just now opening. I believe books 4 and 5 will be released on winter solstice this year and book 6 will be celebrated next Summer Solstice and that to complete them I will travel to Canada, Italy, Bali and return to Italy. They will explain alchemy - how to create a physical reality or form that reflects the conscious desires of the soul, and include a handbook to guide others.

The last three books will be like the fruit on the tree: the cherries, holding words and images of my delight in the beauty that surrounds me. I intend to share them by Winter Solstice 2012 and I believe they will be written in Italy. To write the remaining six books I will continue to listen to my heart, where I hear the greater voice of creation. I cannot know exactly where it will lead now, for the path unfolds with each breath.

As I travel I offer my stories and my songs to those who wish to listen. These books I cannot write alone. They are co-created with everyone who helps me, with their questions, their encouragement, their own stories and with material support. I believe in my purpose and have faith that I will always be assisted on my journey, because it is what I am meant to do. I believe each one of us who follows the voice in their heart will also receive the support they need to realize their dreams, to live their highest potential. I thank all of you who travel with me by sharing from your heart. These poems are for you.

The Wedding

Someone asked me the other day,
“How was the wedding?”
I wondered, “which one?”
I wore diamonds in Florence
for Botticelli’s Primavera. 

The wedding is a dance
between Spirit and Form.
What matters most
is leading from the heart
and rising when you fall. 

The first union within
leads to the second with all.
From two is born three - a new entity.
The eye anchors the
star spun on the breath.

Artichoke  (carciofo)

You and I
each an artichoke,
a world unto ourselves.

Bitter leaf
Tender petal
Furry coat
Honey heart
Planet circling sun
Your face, my smile.

You and I,
Each a petal
holding one heartbeat.

Bitter leaf
Tender petal
Furry coat
Honey heart
Planet circling sun
My smile, your face.

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It’s not what I do,
think, don’t do
don’t think
it’s simply being
awake to notice.
Witness is Player.

what is this
foreign sound?

each smile
i direct
inside gently
rocks Earth’s
children

water, water
clean and pure
can you be
the only cure?

i try
i toil
i cry
i foil

and the beat
inside
goes on;

its whisper
so wanton
its cry
so longing
its song

so

so

sweet

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