In the Land of Sweet Honey


In the land of sweet honey
that flows like endless water
that nourishes the flowers
that feed our wild things
that hum and buzz the
world alive
Every year, a new year,
every day, a new sun.
every moment,
life follows death,
death, which for
all our efforts,
we cannot fathom,
life, the foundation for
and the trajectory of
our awareness.
One follows the other
at every turn, and we
can glide, as though
on a magic carpet
through the
alchemy of our
And when we are tired,
we can come to rest
on this, our land,
and expand this
piece of Time
to encompass
all that is.
The reflections in
one grain of sand,
We will find
one another
– TT

My Body My Land My Home


I’ve crossed many lands,
and there are many more
my heart will guide me to
I will watch suns ascend
beyond great mountains,
feel the first blast of warmth,
gentle, hit my upturned face
and I’ll want to run toward
thousands more just like it
And the chanting I can hear
in the distance only affirms,
as I keep yearning, the
gem-like quality of this road
I have been taking
I will listen to the sounds
of a bustling new day still
tinged with the sweet sleep
of a community at peace,
I will long to be among them,
sweeping dusty roads,
performing ablutions, calling
out to neighbors, laughing,
putting the kettle to boil.
I will look for myself in it all,
the minarets in silhouette,
the sacred river going by,
the wizened face of a sage,
And I will know before I want to,
that the only land that can
sustain my earnest desire for
awakening is the land whose
borders mark the space
I take up in this world,
my body my land my home,
and I will finally
rest here too.
– TS

Tiger Eye


our foreign land
eyes cast out
aeons and
memories deep
knowing not
from where
they gaze
our foreign body
groping wildly
in the dark
from a place
of unseen
a home our home
taking those
weary eyes
to task
filling them
with fire
turning it
around – TS

Our Feelings, Our Earth


the feelings crowd in,
let them be strong,
watch them with love,
knowing they are not you,
but a beautiful, integral part.
an outpouring of history,
a tulip budding from soil
fermenting thousands of years.
watch the feelings dance,
scream, wail their lifespan,
learn from their stories,
absorb the discoveries made
in their fleeing wanderings
over this bright, our earth,
sit with them, hold their hands,
then breathe, and watch them go. – TS

A poem from new book “Land”

I’m working on a new book of poems called “Land”, and this is one poem that will appear in it – enjoy and I’d love your feedback!

land poem 3



Coming to Love


the land
my body.
the bloom
my nascence.
the colour
my story.
the movement
my path.
the cycles
of wake and sleep
open and close,
sun and moon,
my heart, my breast,
my coming to love. – TS

Song of Body and World


There are
parts of us
so soft,
so sincere,
so true,
an ache
that comes
and goes
in the night,
an ocean
a lifetime
a legend
for the ages
in the flutter
of a single
the secrets
on the wings
of our cells
as they
work to
the matter
of our
and glorious
Listen for
the whisper
in the blood,
on the skin,
to come
through us
in song.
This is
the song
of our
one world
and our
one place
in it. – TS