Coming soon – The upcoming release of Ronaye’s  book by British publisher in London, England; to be available on Amazon.


                 …with a broken wing
Expressions of
the Human Spirit

poems by Ronaye Hudyma


Whether contemporary, classic, or peppered with Elizabethan eloquence, this profound ensemble of 130 poems is not stationary. They move as if conducted with a maestro’s baton –fluid between the euphoria of life and love, the drama, the anguish of death and loss, with every nuance of human emotion spilling upon the pages.

They are poignant words written with the transparency of youth, gathering maturity and experience, evolving to wisdom, into the spiritual realm.

This is not just poetry. There are a million stories in each poem. Once for each of us. From the teenager discovering their individuality, the young adult challenged by relationships and the world around them, to the Elder denizens of Earth, who cherish their memories as veterans of life, this is a book to be read and reread, a keepsake to console, embrace and affirm your recognition of the truth within yourself that is already there.





A child again,

I am bewitched, bemused

by the discoveries of life,

amazed at the phenomena
of consciousness and existence.

Like a bud that suddenly bursts into bloom,
what smoldered in the shadows
looms into spontaneous illumination
as the mystery unfolds:

Forms drift in then evaporate
Yet I remain.
It comes; Arises.
All personhood dissolves.

I am here;
a space of clear seeing
intense, keen, alert,
concentrating upon itself
projecting outward
yet turning in to focus on that which focuses;
Filled with Being–
Pure Consciousness.
The Empty has come to claim me.
There is nothing else.


In the darkness

a sun sinks down

through jungles of imagination

mired in mind

through wastelands of “why?”

In the daylight

a moon rides high

along a palpitating phrase

through saturated emptiness

where winds blow pollen

on a suspended seed.


The fear has passed

and my passion has burnt away

but what remains is like

the contentment of a confession.


We all seek to escape,

to enter another realm that carries us beyond the mundane, menial realities of every day living,

and we each try countless ways of achieving this periodic annihilation—diverse forms of entertainment which require participation—or….observation of what is happening.

But the most successful,

is intense awareness of that which is aware—total employment of being there.

Then, all distractions fall away and only the eternal moment exists.

 And now

I retreat into the depths of the sanctuary of my soul.

But why do I hesitate like a fearful child

afraid to descend the cellar stairs?

Afraid of what I’ll find?

The voice that has been muzzled by mistrust

now demands, commands an audience.

Today a transformation from a vassal as an individual “I”,

into an open vessel to transmute the living breath into

the living word.

A cosmic Truth flowed,

circulated through me with the potency of an electric



As I turn my eyes from the vision of “without”

into the darkness of the “within” of me,

with a faint torch, 

 I begin my slow descent into the Deep,

exploring each corner 

and find that I know myself not;

for there exists a compact core that contains all the elements,

all the secrets of the pure truth of the Universe.


The answer that I sought from Night
with Morning came as “Light” on light,
For atop the ray rode a reply
to pressing fetters of illusory “I”.
The Specter of darkness,
gloom presiding guest
Now shamed by the clarity of selfless Self.