un baiser


a flying kiss

what can earn
but the fire of courage
in a heart that opens
the eye
and strikes
the limit of fear
resolved to pass
thru illusion
and create
the unknown

can I
can you

seen but not comprehended
grasping for attention
to make it real

I set myself free to be
beyond and behind it
just enough to reach
the thickness of
gravity’s grip
this side of a shimmering wisp
a few sublime molecules
binding to catch

a kiss

—-shashi light

thanks to:  www.fanpop.com  for  A kiss… Arthur and Gwen

moonlight dance

when the moon came up
the trees began to dance
like i always knew they could
moving to the music
ricocheting off their leaves
and drumming on their wood

caught up in feverish melodies
sinking through their skin
their ever-changing partners
the zephyr and the wind

curious and contagious
to their midnight celebration
real or grand illusion
it seemed to matter little

all but joy was forgotten
my worries of tomorrow
lost and trampled
in the merry tromping
and sashaying of
a liberating moonlit dance

–shashi light

thanks to:  http://media.photobucket.com/user/joshmottley/ for photo


it was only a song
only a string of notes
hung on silence and a breathless anticipation

like all things that bear magic
doors opened where none had been perceived
allowing winds and oceans
who visit the endless
to carry them to my heart
chambers that gather glimpses of ecstasy

now they nestle
in my waking
and rise in my dreaming

those tender notes
lifting the weights of departure
those tender notes
vanishing my mundane into the ethereal
those sweet tender notes
ever whispering of the eternal

i feel my yearnings
acquiesce to a less torrid understanding
no longer wrestling acceptance

letting her lead me
to an incandescent calm
bright but not blinding
as before
willing for what serves best
in the moment

for we have all of eternity

to fly our fiery stallions
from quelling pools of constellations
to thunderous waterfalls through galaxies’ open doors
flinging our unbridled notes
upon the expanse of the universe
to mingle with the music of the stars

-shashi light

thanks to:  http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj261/Silverchex/FlyingHorse.jpg&imgrefurl
for picture

a day in the life of a songwriter

Today I’m rushing around trying to get things done before I head outta town. I start out with a list of errands to accomplish. I’m realizing as I’m driving that I’ve forgotten most of the things I was supposed to drop off somewhere or do something with. I start to giggle. I can’t help it.  Luckily, a little later on, I have to pass by my neighborhood to finish my errands, so this works out — I giggle some more. One of my errands is washing a rug I recently purchased at a yard sale. So I take it to the carwash and unroll it over the roof of my car, which takes forever coz it’s so big and bulky, and I’m feeling pretty silly next to all these guys who are washing and buffing their very spiffy looking vehicles.

I’m giggling and trying to push this big rug — have you ever tried to push a big rug while unrolling it over the roof of your car? It’s pretty crazy!  So, I’m giggling more and more at my attempt at the silliest impossible thing, and after about 15 minutes of pushing and shoving and laughing at myself, this young guy comes over and says, “Would you like some help?” I start laughing even more coz underneath his very kind gesture, he’s got this incredulous look in his eyes, like, lady, are you nuts?!

Just at the moment he arrives at my rescue, I have somehow managed to get this honker rug on top of my car, all rolled out and ready to be washed, scrubbed, rinsed, minced, diced, dried, waxed, etc.  So, I control my giggles just long enough to say, “Thanks, but I think I got it.”

He smiles real big, maybe of relief, and says as he turns to go, “Let me know if you need any help.”

“I will,” I promise, feeling good about his willing attitude — coz at the rate I’m going, I just might have to take him up on it.

I start spraying away with this power pressure hose thing — suds are flying everywhere — my hair and clothes are getting a nice soap-down. I’m giggling, of course. I somehow actually get some soap on the rug. Then comes the rinse and I’m out of quarters! Egad! I start laughing coz I can’t open my car doors with this big, gloppy, soapy mess covering up all the orifices. And there is no way I’m gonna take this blob home with me!

I’m standing there, staring at my car door (or what would be my car door, if I had X-ray vision) and, you know, giggling. I’m too embarrassed to ask that sweet guy if I can borrow a few quarters, so I struggle some more and get myself even more soapy, but I manage to get my car door to open about half an inch — just enough to reach in and grapple through my change bin for those precious quarters that keep sliding out my slippery, soapy fingers. I finally get a hold of 8 more quarters, and with a sigh of relief and another giggle, off I go with the power rinse cycle.

At almost zero point, I’m dousing this rug with this, like, 10-ton hydraulic pressure thing, feeling like I’m wrangling a giant python or something. I can’t help but laugh and hope no one’s watching. Yeah, right!

Believe it or not, I get finished with the rinse cycle with little mishap. Whew! Then I stand there staring at my car, adorned with a very clean rug. “Hmmm. . . now what do I do?,” I ask myself. That rug is now even more impossible to move. “Well,” I deduce, “that thing ain’t going nowhere. I might as well just drive it home like this.”

With a happy little giggle (I swear, I’m not high on anything, other than my own hare-brained ideas and their consequences), I climb into the car, getting dripped on and smooshed with wet rug. And off I go! Of course, I can’t see through any windows or the rear windshield, but I figure, hey, I don’t live very far.

I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. That crazy thing flew off like a kite in a wind storm! YIKES! Now I could see through the windows, but I couldn’t see through my tears of laughter! I just couldn’t believe it! I snorted and chortled and found a place to pull over and turn around.

So there I was, parked in the left-turn lane, my emergency flashers on — this wild Indian pulling at this blob of wet tonnage! What little strength I had left was drained by my laughter. I just couldn’t help it. I kept laughing and laughing and pulling and yanking and pushing and getting wetter and wetter. Then this car pulls up behind me and I’m thinking, “Oh, how sweet, someone’s gonna help me.” But then, he makes a left turn. Ding-dang!!!!

Then this young guy appears out of nowhere, with a small back pack and a big, white grin and says, “Can I help you?”

I’m laughing, and nodding and he smiles. We actually get that thing inside my car and he’s about to disappear and I say, “Hey, you wanna ride?”

And he says, “No, I need the exercise.”

“Oh, com’on!” I insist.

He pauses and looks me up and down and says, “Well, you don’t look like a serial killer.”

I laugh and reply with a devilish grin, “Looks don’t always convey the truth.” He got in anyway.

I gave him a ride to the dollar store and said, “By the way, you know anyone that wants a kitten?” since one of my errands that day is to find homes for 3 kittens!!!

He looks at me and smiles and says, “I was just thinking about adopting one.”

“Wow! How serendipitous!” I exclaim.

So, I’m about to drive off, and then I realize that one of my errands is to get cat litter. So, I re-park my heavily sodden car, and jump out and get cat litter. I’m at the check-out and some guy jumps ahead of me with some stuff he’s buying and he says to me, “Sorry, I had forgotten something and I had to go back.”

“Oh sure!” I giggle at him, “I’ve heard that before!”

“Just for that,” he retorts, “I’m gonna pay for your cat litter!”  This is a true story!

“Ok,” I say, “but I’m gonna help you carry your stuff to your car.”

“Nope,” he says, “I’m a gentleman.”  I’m giggling as I grab my free cat litter, and open the door for him.

“Hey,” I call after him, “do you want a kitten?”

thanks to: http://images.yourdictionary.com/carwash for picture

quote of the week

Somehow your story, my story, the story of the particular place you find yourself in as you read this—all stories—have conspired to bring us together in this moment to receive one another. And each story in its uniqueness is coming from that which is universal. You are the freedom, you are the truth, you are the peace, you are the luminosity that animates your story and every story in your consciousness, known and unknown. I meet you here. I celebrate you here.

—– Gangaji

thanks to  www.marriagelifeministries.org for photo

surprised by joy

About 4 weeks ago I looked out my back door and found a feral cat standing right there with a bundle of kitten fur dangling from her mouth. She looked straight into my eyes and said, “Aren’t you gonna let me in?” So, of course, I did.

She scurried in with her precious cargo, deposited it carefully in a corner of my living room, kissed the little fur ball, affirmed that he was safe, then hurried to the back door to be let out again. I knew what was coming next, so I quickly found a box and put my old soft sweat pants in the bottom of it and lifted tiny tiger into it as it squeaked at me through squinty eyes. I ran to the back door and there she was, with another furry blob in her mouth. She walked very briskly and business-like and found the first one safe in the box. She seemed pleased with the arrangement but no time to inspect the new digs, she spent about a minute kissing and coddling the new arrival then was off to the back door again. Four babies in all found their way into my home that day on the risky hope of a brave mama.

I had noticed two weeks earlier that a very pregnant alley cat was no longer great with children. And I wondered if the babies were ok and safe. Well, I guess I could stop wondering now! I sat beside the box a couple of feet away to make sure wild mama didn’t feel threatened. She relaxed and nursed her tiny brood. They could just barely scoot themselves to where their noses led them to nourishment and comfort. Mama seemed to sigh in relief as she looked at me through her relaxed eyes and laid her head down on her new bed. She breathed deeply.



I was overcome with so many feelings all at once. I felt like I was handed a gift. The gift of being trusted. A huge gift! A semi-wild animal feeling safe enough to bring the most important thing in her life into my space and company — I felt so honored! I was grateful to be able to witness the miracle of life in its purest form happening right before my eyes. I felt happy. Just being so close to all that new energy was extremely contagious. Listening to those four wee creatures making tiny suckling noises and squeaky eruptions made me giggle. I felt relieved too, because I knew her babies would be safe.

I felt the thrill of a new adventure. You know, that feeling you get when something out of the blue happens to you that you couldn’t have prepared for and you just have to go with the flow and let go of all control and say, “OK, life, I’m in. Let’s go.” Not knowing how or what or when or for how long. It’s that deliciously slippery place between excitement and nervous energy. You have to let your heart fly ahead and lead the way. It’s the only way to survive without relinquishing your sense of sanity. And when you let go of the questions, it becomes the ride of your life! Things just fall into place better than you could’ve planned. You become part of the miracle. You feel the surge of the river flow through you — that invisible force that seems to carry life forward when we let it.



These past four weeks, I’ve had the sweet privilege of seeing wobbly legs take their first tenuous steps, falling into squirmy heaps of fur and surprised satisfaction. I’ve watched the vigilance of strong love and instinct guard and nurture the innocent.

One evening, mama cat started pacing around her kitten’s cardboard box home. She acted funny and strangely nervous. I was a bit concerned and confused so I sat down close to her babies and reassured her a few times, “Everything’s all right. You’re safe. Your babies are safe.” She looked at me in disbelief and I felt slightly hurt. It was the first time she breached her trust in me. She kept pacing.

Then it hit. A thunderstorm came on suddenly, and she didn’t like it. Luckily, I love thunderstorms, so I remained calm and reassuring. The babies seemed to not even notice. Then KABOOM! A huge thunderbolt seemed to hit my window. It sizzled and crackled and shook the house! WOW! It was fabulous! Mama cat fixed her gaze on me and stood stock still. I smiled at her and said, “We’re OK.” She paused there and looked at me for several seconds then leapt up to the chair beside her box of precious stones and, contented at last, laid her body down.


thanks to:  www.tumblr.com and http://acidcow.com/pics/20805-cats-100-pics.html for photos

worth remembering

I was driving through downtown Nashville a few days ago and saw a pillared but otherwise non-descript beige façade, as so many building are, outside the realm of honky-tonks and guitar shops.  But something caught the corner of my eye.  It was a little bundle of words dug into a block of stone set on the side facing Church Street.  It said, “War Memorial Building.”

I quickly diverted my eyes.  Who wants to remember  war, I thought.  My mind was pulled back into sharp focus of busy streets — pedestrians darting against green lights, a game between time and nerve; buses halting unexpectedly to spew and swallow mothers, jokers, students and a few business suits.

Later that night, those words flashed before me as I set my guitar down after plunking out a few tunes.  A war memorial.  Surely there is a meaningful way to make sense of what my heart can never make sense of.

When I was a little girl, I came to America with my family of brown skin.  I remember the looks of wonderment I got from the country folk and school kids.  In a little mid-western town, where the most outrageous thing that happens is Farmer Joe’s roof getting relocated to the cow pasture by a twister, or Uncle Sam getting out of jail before Aunt Sally can find his still and make a sweet profit on corn-squeezins.  Being different does have its advantages!  It was into this world of shrunken horizons that we landed.

After the initial shock wore off, the kids at school began to talk to me.  Sometimes they would reach out tenuously to touch the deviating shades of skin tone never before beheld by their sophomoric eyes.  Fascination eventually overcame caution and a few kids would rub the back of my hand and say, “Does that come off?”  I finally started saying, “No, I’m made of chocolate.  Through and through.”  We’d laugh and then they’d bite me.

Color of skin, color of flags, color of gods can’t be discerned by a soldier’s last breath or a baby’s first cry.

If I could make a war memorial, it would be:

Please remember:
Every flower is precious, whether it’s red or purple or yellow or blue.  A world with just one type of flower would be flat.

Please remember:
Everyone is someone’s child.

Please remember:
The eyes behind a burqa or Foster Grants harbor a lifetime of stories, questions, strivings, hopes, and relationships, just the same.

Please remember:
The nuancic differences between our DNA may delineate vanilla or chocolate or strawberry but our souls come from the same warm hearth.  We all long for the same things – to be understood, to feel important to someone, to make a difference in someone’s life, to feel satisfaction from what we pour our time and effort into, etc.

Please remember:
The monster, Greed, is a hollow-faced emptiness that gets bigger when you feed it, and grows up to be desperation.

Please remember:
You are safe only when you befriend your enemy.  When you befriend yourself, no one can be your enemy.

Mostly remember:
Love keeps no record of wrongs.  I read that somewhere.  And every choice we make is based on love or fear.  My daughter read that somewhere.

So in memoriam, please remember:  Love.

Thanks to awwproject.org for photo




sorrow knocked
    but couldn’t be heard
        above the music

sadness waited
    but couldn’t be seen
        for the dancing

so they clasped hands
    clicked their heels to join in
        and disappeared

—- shashi light

thanks to starflowerdance.com for photo

smarter than your average frog

I saw this billboard of Kermie a couple days ago, while driving back from visiting a friend.  While I was there we talked about our dreams.  She shared with me her vision for a new company she’s starting.  The purpose of her company is to uplift people — to send a message out to the world that we are each powerful beings who can create whatever it is we want out of life.  And those old tapes running through our psyche, which may be limiting us or telling us that we need to fit into a certain mold or someone else’s idea of who we should be, are just crumbling beliefs that cannot hold us back anymore.

So YAY!!  Be who you want to be!  Say what is burning inside you to proclaim about yourself!  Break free from paradigms that don’t serve you anymore!  See the truth about yourself clearly and love every part of you completely!  Claim your innate power to create what you want to experience!  There is no blame or shame, only a shift in perspective.  The power that creates worlds is the power inside each of us.  Isn’t that an amazing thought?  I can hardly fathom it.

In the midst of what seems bleak, claim beauty, and it will grow and grow and grow.  I once saw daffodils growing on a garbage dump.  We can be that brave, too!

Just listening to my friend’s sage words and being around her contagious enthusiasm, helped me stoke up the embers of my heart that had slipped into a sort of dormancy.  Maybe I had forgotten . . . forgotten how to take risks, how to listen to my heart, how to believe in the impossible. Maybe I’ve been too long anchored at the safe shore.

thanks to: www.flickr.com for photo of Kermit


a noble quest


watching the great blue firmament
for a moment i was flying in her
i felt the experimental flame bursting
in the unending sky of your
capacity to love

telephone poles turning into trees
leaves beside the road
hitching a ride
on the first rainbow

singed with a tingle of hope
that my words would stretch out
like me
like the far reaching milky way
to find my own heart’s hidden chambers

perhaps a lost key
dropped like a secret sprig midst decay
left with the noble quest of honest hunger
to uncover it


thanks to:http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/sunsets-and-sunrises/images/6375743/title/birds-flying-sunset-photo for photo