SuziCate's Musings

From the Mountain Top


My assurance sometimes dangled like a tattered leaf,

hanging by a filament and blowing in the wind. Those questions,

such difficult ones I was not experienced to answer, consumed me

as I stumbled over rocks and briar foraging my way

through the dense forests of your childhood. And so

we grew up together, nomads in search of answers to life.

We were not lost souls, merely students who learned

to birth our own sunshine and balance our own truths

between the cardinal’s throat and the space where his song

meets the air of least resistance. Flesh and breath became

promise.  With every candle blown out, this tribe created

from the wisdom within me ushers me into another scarlet

autumn more beautiful than the last.


I’ve been standing a long time. I get tired.
I grumble, and sometimes I shift my weight.
Mostly, I am not heard. But I’m here to
Tell you I once roamed the bottom of the sea.
I saw the sun glistening through the water.
So I reached and pulled and I rose above the waves
Of all stirring around me. Now and then,
I create uproar. I spit fire and slip
My clothes into the valley. I protest naked until
Every bit of venom is poured out. Layer
Upon layer I build myself back up. You
Can see the bulk of history within my thighs.
You can see the crushing of my shoulders from the
Weight of the world. If you look deeply you
Will find the sparkly gems, castoff stardust
From the millions of years I’ve waltzed with the moon.



Hiding beneath the crushing weight of life,

So fragile you barely existed at times.

But ever so softly the whisper

Of your soul reached the ears of love.

Slowly you unwrinkled a layer at a time.

And when you learned we all die someday

You began to blossom.

To Understand Love


Before you understand the depth of love

You must be willing to ride the wave,

With salt water tangling your hair

And blinding your vision. You must risk

Crashing upon the shore and living

With sandy grit embedded in your skin.

Before you know love as the lone thing

That keeps the world in focus

You must expose your soul to hatred;

You must see it in the eyes of a rabid man who

Tortures the souls of those unlike himself.

You must hear it in the words spoken

With intent to damage hearts and stomp spirits.

You must push against injustice by shining

As if you are the sun itself.

You must allow the goodness residing deep within to rise

Like an ocean swell moving under wind and wave,

across directions, and miles unknown.

You must be the weeping love who holds

The listless fingers taking his last breath…

Love wipes her tears, takes another breath, and tarries on.

When you become the love of no complaint

You will understand love is not constrained in life or death.

Desert Flower


You do not have to know everything.

You do not need to stay up late studying existence

Until your eyes water and your heart bleeds.

You only have to know your soul; to heal the wounded marrow

Of your bones, to sing the song in your heart, and to walk

The journey of a thousand dreams meant for you.

Tell me about life, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile our hearts continue to beat.

Meanwhile the clouds shed tears across the desert,

Crying for the barren, the lonely, and the thirsty.

Meanwhile the tangerine petals of the Mariposa Lily drink

The sacred juice it knows exists to quench its soul.

So you, when you feel unimportant, looked over,

Remember Holy water runs through your veins

And the world is waiting for you to unfurl your petals

Beneath a shining sky.


****This was written as an exercise based on Mary Oliver’s poem “Wild Geese”



The journey is worth

an arduous climb to view

the beauty of life.

This Moment


Suspended in time,

a pause in the breath of life

while the heart beats on.

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