Journey of the Heart

Before I arrived in California, I had a vivid dream... In my dream a mountain appeared to me, glowing and magnificent in her peaceful splendour. Fast forward one month into my trip and by chance I was invited up to the high desert of Northern California to stay for a while, and I found myself in the wilderness watched over by Mount Shasta herself. A beautiful synchronicity. A dream~ call answered. This poem is a reflection of my experience here in the sacred lands of California; the garden of Mount Shasta. Photo of the Shasta desert by the author The Deset Calls her Song by Zoe Quiney The desert calls her song  and I listen with my heart to the wind  facing west towards the edge  of the world. Sage brush glows  as if on fire and behind that the colonies of old pine watch the sky lean across  to kiss the land and Juniper trees mark the horizon like holy men, with faces  pressed towards heaven  in eternal rever...

I have always had a fascination with the moon and the ocean… Their connection is like an intimate relationship, of trust, surrender and guidance. I am lucky to live next to the ocean, and, upon witnessing the magic of the pull of the moon to the ocean; her tides, and our moods, it inspired me to write a love poem based on this infinite, sensual and ethereal bond we share with nature.   And We Would Be Free by Zoe Quiney I'd like you to understand me, The way the moon understands The ocean. To trace your hands along my soul Like waves as they gently kiss The shore. I'd like you to take my hand And hold a thousand different lives; Reincarnated wishes and desires  Nestled against your skin. You would paint my dreams Among the stars, Taking me to other worlds With your words. Our hearts would find the answers To every forgotten question; As we strip away the layers To reveal our souls. And we would be free. Zoe...

Recently I was very touched by some simple words spoken to me: "We have tender hearts"... I reflected on this and it resonated deeply for me as I consider myself to be someone who leads by the heart rather than the head; which can be both a blessing and a curse. I'm learning to love my heart-lead life and all it's wonderful twists and turns and the magic it can bring. So I wrote this as an ode...to my 'Tender' heart.  Tender Heart My tender heart, it feels so much. It fills and flows and leaps and jumps It surges and pounds and aches and breaks It determines decisions that I must make My tender heart, my precious source My sweet serenity, my deep remorse It answers questions not yet asked A house of truth, it wears no mask. My tender heart, it beats and bleeds To satisfy the soul it feeds It loves so much, I’m sure it’ll burst: An overflowing cup, to quench infinite thirst. My tender heart I give you pe...