Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, April 18, 2024

THE BONFIRE*

Any day now

the Neptune Society

will be calling 

to tell me 

that my mother’s 

ashes, that are in transit,

have arrived.


You should burn yourself completely. 

If you do not burn yourself completely, 

then a trace of yourself will be left 

in what you do.


Suzuki Roshi said this 

in a book I just happen 

to be reading right now. 

The timing of the quote

took my breath away.


There is no trace 

of my mother anymore.

Fire has had its way 

with her—which is what 

she wanted. She wanted 

her human form to be 

disrobed of its flesh 

and bone by flame 

when the time came.


I strive daily,

especially now,

to follow in my mother’s 

footsteps, by cremating 

my experience as I live it

by trying to cleanse myself 

of conflict and contraction,

so that I might become one

with the inner light of spaciousness 

and the love that resides there.


I want every day to be

a good bonfire,

where my energy burns 

clean and pure, while the self 

goes easefully

up in smoke.


*Inspired by Reverse Meditation: How to Use Your Pain and Most Difficult Emotions as the Doorway to Inner Freedom, by Andrew Holecek.

Thursday, April 11, 2024

AN OCTAVE APART

We shared a music.

Though you are

 

no longer here

I continue 


to feel you 

close by.


We are still

together, and 


what's different is 

there's now


just an octave 

between us.

Thursday, April 4, 2024

SPEECHLESS*

When a word
is pronounced

we speak it,
we breathe it,

we sound
all its syllables out

in order to
activate its meaning,

its very spirit. 
When the hospital

called to tell me
that my mother

had breathed
her last breath

and used pronounced
to say she had passed

the paradox of the word's meanings
left me speechless.

*In memory of Patricia Marilyn Martin

Thursday, March 28, 2024

THE MAZE 

If you let

the most vulnerable part 

of yourself relax 

into the labyrinth of life

don’t be surprised when

love emerges 

from the maze.

Thursday, March 21, 2024

ON RETREAT

1.

Snow falling
off branches

         Then,

the happy 
bounce that

comes from
letting go

2.

A blackness
that beats

brightly behind
branches heavy

with snow
A raven

lighting inside
a winter pine

3.

As melting snow
gives way to red earth

the sun climbs behind 
the spine of a pinion tree

Like a heart
coming out of hiding

it beams its love 
unabashedly 

through branches, as spokes 
of brightening light 

Thursday, March 14, 2024

GOD’S REPLY 
     in memory of Mary Hope Burroughs

She had been
talking with God

for weeks
and cursing anyone 

who ventured 
to interrupt.
 
It was the only 
conversation she was 

willing to have 
at the time.

When God’s reply
finally came 

after all her waiting
it came 

like a ghost ship
in the night 

that silently took
her Soul away

to the place where 
all good pirates go.

Thursday, March 7, 2024

HOMECOMING

Go back to 
where you came from

Step into the church
where you used to

sing as a child
Even though

you can’t carry
a tune

and never really could
lend your voice

to the hymns of today
Let it get lost 

in the larger voice
the voice of the congregation

Hear what it sounds like
to be held, carried

by something
that rises

and swells
with joy

and deep faith
Feel what it feels like

to be a part of
a song

that hears you
and has the power

to sing you back 
to yourself, back

to your soul’s source
once again