Biography

I write poetry when the creative urge to do so grabs my attention and being. At those special times I experience an energy (thoughts, feelings) deep within that clearly wants to manifest outwardly through the process of writing poetry ~ a channel opens up and the poems come through me in rather complete form, in one effortless big-breath. Rather than "me" writing, the process is often more like poems "happening." It is a delightful losing of self in the creative experience.

The two dominant threads of my life have been a spiritual thirst/focus and creative expression through various art forms. Spiritually I have been strongly connected with Sufis and for the last twenty years devoted to Avatar Meher Baba. My artistic endeavors have been primarily as a clay artist and recently as an acrylic painter, and about five years ago I started to write poetry--mainly poems about the inner life, reflecting different moments and phases of my journey. I've worked in the world as an art therapist and massage therapist, and currently continue to do all of the above to some degree. Born in New York City, I now live in Arizona with my husband, three dogs, and two cats.

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Fire And Light | How Can I...?
Love Remembers | Two-Edged Sword | Empty
Love Grows | Resurrection Poem | I Cannot Make

Fire And Light Your fire burns away my self, Your radiance illumines my being with Love, I'm consumed and filled by your transforming Light. What mystery! O, Resplendent One! Top of the Page. How Can I...? How can i tell you what the mind does not know? How can i whisper the fragrance of the Divine? How can i point out the One when nothing else exists? The silence is thundering. Top of the Page. Love Remembers fuzzy soup i swim in where nothing exists except now and now and now, and now stretching into undivided infinity. soft and cuddly like a favorite comforting teddy bear slowed mind isn't hearing ego's crackling insistence on fear and separation. where there was sadness joy now abounds, and where there was darkness glowing light pervades happiness bubbling up just because the space between the molecules has expanded and light and buoyancy replace leaden depression when dark nights' remnants raise their head and form a garland on grief's tombstone, love remembers Top of the Page. Two-Edged Sword what a two edged sword your gift of your Presence, finding you and feeling you in Everything: each sparkling leaf each word spoken each step taken every smile every thought every squirrel chatting every osprey flying every cup of tea supped -- every is-ness a reflection of your divinity; any and every moment you were there, permeating every thing and not thing filling my every pore transporting me to a State of finite duration as after weeks it began fading slowly taking leave as sadly i watched a ghost image merging into vastness my solid self weeping for a loss of nothing that was Everything and now i am here no doubt changed forever, but missing that immersion in Everything is You and Only You Exist ah this mind, these sanskaras loosened and unwound, are still running in dream circles i call me. Top of the Page.

Empty hanging in there one breath at a time, swimming in a vacant pastel zone apart from ecstatic highs and leaden lows sometimes empty feels like loss and sometimes like gain Top of the Page. Love Grows everyday i get a little happier as my love for you grows like an opening rose whose perfume uplifts the soul. where has all the darkness gone? consumed in your light. where has all the tightness gone? transformed by your love into a hollow reed singing the song You play through every illumined cell there are no words for life of the spirit, only heart waves of gratitude and love filling the wide space of self's departure yet i long for the final annihilation at the foot of Your glance... there is no calling except your love whispering leave all and become One Top of the Page. Resurrection Poem you say you don't like the dance as if you were never consulted -- but that's not true and self pity rage suck life. rise up from the heap of ashes to join the light beams. life is always good. Top of the Page. I Cannot Make i cannot make mind sense of the miracle of more time here to draw closer to You to be thru example to my utter surprise this moment of spiritual grace clothed in eating chocolate sipping coffee and reading fiction unless this IS drawing closer to you i see the Divine Humor at work here! as in, light-en up is to move My way dance in rhythmic movements to the Holy breath sing songs from the heart of living love be happy where you are as you are right here right now without rules and judgement of how it's supposed to be even remembering Me will get lost occasionally but I am there in each life pulsation that has loving surrender fragrance the flower blooms perfectly in its right time Top of the Page.

Letter to the Author: Katie Rose