31 Saturday May 2014
My slipping my hand into yours
may be the slyest action I take
before daybreak..
Dream being such effortless invitation.
Where were you
when stars draped the blue black sky
and outlined pine crowns pressed the horizon?
My breath need not search yours,
the balance of inhale
and release
requests no reminders.
The next time I catch your lips behind my ear,
I’ll be listening to your invisible passing
with more than a smile.
29 Thursday May 2014
In your arms,
the quaking of heart stops,
breath finds its river flow,
rolling belly stills in surrender,
and muscles tensed for action,
tired from constant readiness, dissolve
in ambient warmth.
In this shelter,
the ticking clock no longer sounds,
its meaning lost, forgotten.
Morning birdsong becomes
the vertical light becomes
the first star of black opening night.
Let us linger here forever…
Thankfully, Beloved,
that’s all the time we have.
26 Monday May 2014
Lift your palm,
kiss the center,
She waits there to kiss you back.
In your heart, She drums-
your pulse, Her rhythm.
The vision through your blinking eyes
of widest sky and massive cloud play,
that is She
gazing upon Herself..
Originating in you, or from the heavens- which?
Remember, One can not be outside itself.
She sustains, effortlessly
within reach-
You awaken
and Her breath is yours.
25 Sunday May 2014
If the twitch of a whisker
isn’t enough,
Or the leaping leg from one puddle
to another,
Or a droplet sliding down glass,
An exhale overheard from the next room,
A patch of sun on tile,
Late afternoon scent of wooden house,
Chocolate perfume from a closed package,
First toe breaking hot bathwater,
Or fog rising, within grab, up the ravine,
Then what is?
Why the hesitation?
All lays before you
in the sublime light, and
quiet dark,
where even moon looks after you
while exploring the Unseen.
24 Saturday May 2014
There is a point
at which we stop looking out
for yes
for okay
for be mine,
when need dissolves,
yearning cuts loose, and
hope and expectation walk away.
While strength climbs in the window
and peace holds us close,
the hunt for validation ceases,
dulling the barb of acceptance..
With that, a new sun
around which all else turns,
offers light,
ever undiminished,
reflecting even in night through a softly eager moon,
an illuminated way.
24 Saturday May 2014
Bleary-eyed.
Waves continue approaching shore-
Fuzz-minded.
Water breaks, endlessly, on stone-
Anxious-bellied.
Wind gathers east to west-
Skin, dry.
Orchestra of silence in form giving perfect coherence
to overcome the small and blinding
with the unspeakably grand-
21 Wednesday May 2014
Jump off the merry-go-round.
That common ride dulls the senses,
weakens the heart.
There’s endless beauty
in walking the path with Beloved,
every step a discovery.
Depart from good and bad
wrong and right
righteous and evil,
Find Love
in dawn’s greeting,
the wind sway of redwood,
and breaking waves rolling white..
Beyond the two-sided trap,
One.
Here, laughter resonates, full,
touch lingers into the unconscious,
and limits, like toppling dominoes,
care not for your fears–
In this place,
there are none.
16 Friday May 2014
And who ever taught you
you weren’t enough?
Taught you what about you
was ugly
or wrong
or missing
or un-lady-like or
not-man-enough
or too sensitive
or crazy?
And when, dear one, did you start
believing them?
Because the fullness of you,
the whole spectrum of your Being,
is exactly what you are called here to be.
Shunning the calling, you shut the door on your Self.
Come back,
your spark is needed.
11 Sunday May 2014
By firelight
the evening passes,
thoughts tumbling.
You come to mind,
wonder and smoke lift skyward
recalling the scent of you,
your curls between my fingers,
and the bright river we both ride.
Flame turns cypress to ash-
from beauty to beauty,
all things change.
09 Friday May 2014
Up with owl.
And out, before fog drip and spider’s web part ways.
Artemisia and oat still bow their heads,
in gratitude for a wet night,
while crows have yet to forfeit rule of the streets,
and continue strutting the sand.
Acorn woodpeckers parked high up their holey electrical pole
discuss brightly the day before them,
gull wings through thick white,
and otter cruises shore’s edge.
At this hour, smiles arise between passers-by.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 