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, October 28, 2021

 THE LION’S LULLABY


Sit with it.
Be with it.
Look into its 
anguished eyes.
Do not flinch.
This will be 
the hardest thing 
you will ever do.
Eventually, it will get 
drowsy, then drop 
off to sleep.
Be with it also
as it sleeps.

The next hardest thing 
you will do will be to 
know what to do 
knowing that this lion 
of shame is asleep
inside you and will 
wake soon.
When it does, 
remember … the eyes.
Stay with the eyes.
This is the practice.
Presence is 
the lion’s lullaby.


Thursday, October 21, 2021

TRUST

Use what 
you cannot
 
control 
or see

to power you 
on your voyage.

Hoist 
your sail high.

See the canvas 
swell and billow.

Trust
the wind.

Before that 
you must

trust 
in trust,

which might be 
even more

invisible than 
air itself.











Thursday, October 14, 2021

THE INVITATION

You can fasten
feathers to it.

Hear the air 
riffle through

its wings
as it takes flight.

Imagine it
carries you,

buoys you 
up and out of

the grinding
mind of time,

where the
days, the hours, 

and minutes 
aren’t counting

themselves down 
or arcing 

or spiraling
in one direction

or another
toward some

weighty destination.
There is only

the unboundedness 
of being, 

the now
that’s underneath you

and all around you
like a wondrous 

altitude or wind. 
The all of everything

is here. This is 
the invitation

you’ve been invited
into as a breath 

that’s airborne.
What are you 

waiting for?
Drop into 

this moment, 
the moment 

before you.
Don’t let the fear 

of falling 
keep you 

from flying.
Say yes 

to this most
beautiful bird.


Thursday, October 7, 2021

     ROPE 

I take the braided strands
           and unwind them 
    from one another 
               so rope is 
      no longer a tie 
           that’s bound up 
      in its own binding 
   cut off from 
           the intricacy 
        and intimacy
             once woven 
            within its
                weave. 

                    Now free          from its 
             own bondage         no one would 
                             dare         call rope 
       twisted, tortured         or entangled.