19 Wednesday Mar 2014
Deepening furrow
between these brows-
so I throw laughter
into gullies, swales, ridges
of plantable earth,
and hear its return..
Skin dug into by years
of endless search~
Accumulating stillness and
spinning retrieval,
the stones stacked where walls must rest,
the breaches halted-
Wisdom approaches
slowly.
19 Wednesday Mar 2014
As feared, the horse
bolts the stable
while the house, with eucalyptus
growing high in the dry yard,
burns.
That horse, wild, ornery
spirited and dismissive
of imposed boundaries,
his muscles work without strain,
his mind unquestioning
of limitlessness.
Let the structure burn.
And jump on
the horse who pauses only
long enough
for you to turn as he passes
to vault onto his bare back,
feeling warm, sweated fur
against your naked limbs, and
take hold,
fingers woven in mane,
his tail twitching
with fever to run.
There’s only one ride-
take it as far as it goes.
18 Tuesday Mar 2014
When duct tape,
won’t hold
anymore,
And the damage finally becomes
visible,
undeniable..
Hawk walking in broken glass..
And the first step in repair
is as obvious as tomorrow-
Questions loom–
Handing out diamonds
as if they were glass.
Unseen chains,
the unexplained weight cutting
wrists,
and this, somehow, accepted
since first inhalation.
No more.
Time to trade self
for Self,,
-that clear water satisfies not only
thirst
but inspires life
by simply
Being.
17 Monday Mar 2014
We piece ourselves together,
Light and dust,
Parable and shrug..
When the birth of day
delivers orange
into the arms of a waiting
fir,
I admit my breath catches
and wonder nips my heels.
At least I see it,
Can feel and
Taste it,
but these recent moments carry
concern
for meaning.
The twists come, the slopes lift,
I’ve got the heart for it,
but the momentum dropped
off
somewhere
and I’m skipping, strangely,
along the surface of an exquisite outer
while
the inner chews in mid air,,
What am I doing?
Then, I must rise, and
gather the orange by the lake
exactly as the fir,
sitting silently in wait-
14 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in freedom, nature, poems, poetry, transition
≈ Comments Off on into the darkness, Free
Released~
From a lifetime of yearning,,
A fish,
dropped from the hook, undulating
into darkness,
Free..
even the piercing, erased.
Being both fisherman, jailer, and
the scaled one who knows the way~
Beyond this, laughter rises,
the rhythm of current and wind,
silenced ripple and singing sound..
Mind is blue, lapping.
Swim,
That’s all there is to do.
12 Wednesday Mar 2014
Dedicated to someone who cares enough
to ask questions.
Let Nina Simone play,
while squared espresso cups
send steam up
to meet the wind.
I think I can waltz
with myself and the mirror,
at least.
Crisp sheets beckon,
my fingers as good a lover
as any.
New mountains outside
unfamiliar windows
call
And I, for one,
can wait..
letting tension for satisfaction
build.
You’ll come someday
and I,
for one,
won’t be waiting.
I’ve steep paths to climb
with bold skies overhead.
Feel free to join me,
but make it interesting-
I keep a fast pace and
I won’t be waiting.
10 Monday Mar 2014
We’re all tourists. Going anywhere for pleasure makes us so. Step back and see we’re all transitory- few of us live where our ancestors began. Take that back far enough and all of us came from the same place. Literally. Or metaphorically. We are transitory beyond existence itself. We are visitors in these bodies. And, hopefully, we visit new spaces for the joy of it both within and without. May we all be tourists, becoming mindful navigators of the unknown…
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 