Our Lady of the Laundromat


Our Lady of the Laundromat

by Carmen H Gray

Unwashed towels

Sweat-soaked linens

All the grime hidden

In the stains

And the dirt

On my favorite skirt

Belies her purity

Our Lady of the Laundromat

Where you cannot get your money back

Even when the machine is broken

Your clothes all soaked in

A cathartic lather

And then, just like that

She snaps

And the cycle goes on

Cleaning the grit gone

The disappearing smudges

Relinquishing the grudges

Of yesterday’s drudges

And the cycle goes on

Our Lady of the Laundromat

Living, Labor

Clothes that need mending

Loner sock that needs lending

It is neverending

But tomorrow is another day



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The Dynamic Process of Becoming

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”

Alan Watts

The Dynamic Process of Becoming

by Carmen H Gray

Protons can be neither lost nor gained

Stubbornly clinging to an atom

All that has been overcome

Forceful, indomitable

Defining the atom

For if it is lost

It becomes a different element

That is how stars are born

Violent collisions

In the Dynamic Process of Becoming



“Tears and fears and feeling proud,
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I’ve looked at life that way.

Oh but now old friends they’re acting strange,
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all”

-from Both Sides, Now by Joni Mitchell


by Carmen H Gray

Energy never ceases

There is no beginning

There is no end

It is changing in perpetuum

Invisible to the primitive senses

Only we witness the results

Of its passages

Life and Death

And everything before

And within

And beyond

Supernatural transitions




By Carmen H Gray

Light energy

Reaches us from a far away star

Transforming into a chemical reaction

Red and blue light invisible

To our limited sight

All that is left to witness

Is the verdant green leaf

Unfurled before us

Light energy

Reaches inside us

Colors are an illusion, really

Within white light

We paint the world in our minds

Some of us limited in our sight

Some of us letting light energy

Change us

All that is left to witness

Is the verdant green life

Unfurled before us



It is important to revisit places and books because their meaning changes with the reconstruction of you.  Often you catch a different essence of a character or a place further down the road of life.

Yesterday afternoon I went on a walk that I’ve been on over several hundred times.  I felt a sense of awakening by the autumnal colors surrounding me: copper leaves juxtaposed with verdant green along with the ubiquitous gilded hues.  The last time I’d walked this path was when the air was warm and still. The trees were lush and green and I was trying to breathe in the yet undecayed-ness of it all.  There is grace in the slow departure into winter-the letting go, hibernation, dissolution.  As I teach my students, everything has a cycle-the moon, the water, life.  Be present while living around and within them.