in darkness
we may reach out for another
yet none but ourselves can reach in
to touch the loneliest trembling parts
asking
to be remembered
asking
28 Thursday Jan 2016
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Undertow
25 Monday Jan 2016
Between here and there
a stumble-
regret, fear, misunderstanding-
and dark becomes a sinkhole,
sky sucking through earth.
The holding fire remains in shadow,
seemingly doused,
for a time
while overhead and underfoot tangle
grip and pull
the many faces of you alone.
In a panic-replacing sigh,
a morning stretch and a here-we-go
momentum of lost space stirs
rich waters.
Silent sparks rise-
a new something takes form.
The undertow may carry promise yet…
Calling:
21 Thursday Jan 2016
an offering
a prayer
an echo of love
a falling a catching a gathering
a print in the sand.
this is not a doing
a fixing
a changing, opposing, a push.
against by nature creates more of the same.
seeing the gateway in unbroken wall,
that is the way.
Rising center
16 Saturday Jan 2016
So you really never fit,
and now it’s more of a really really.
Shrug it off-
not fitting frees the exploring soul.
Neither want nor need nor longing, but
a deep call for rest
surfaces
through songs your bones sing,
once the clattering night noise settles,
in twists of incense smoke,
a meeting of damp earth and bare toes,
between falling canyon air and sun up,
and mountain lion’s lingering musk.
You’re in the wash,
a cycle of agitation.
Finding rising center means
letting it drop in
to find you.
Full circle view
13 Wednesday Jan 2016
walking a path
moments arise
when the ground underfoot
disappears,
a little free fall
gives new vision
upside
down
isn’t
right side up
unless
it happens enough
to be forgotten..
with full circle view
one becomes whole in the turning
Them
11 Monday Jan 2016
The sensitives,
the permeable, the dancers, the strong,
knowers of medicine,
open-eyed dreamers,
familiars of the taste of tears,
hearts wounded in ache of loss
buoyantly loving all the same..
whose laughter is song,
whose feet go bare,
who chew leaves and talk with hawks,
whose ocean tides move both blood and moon,
ones as fiery in temperament as in flame,
courtiers of the unknown,
inviters of ancestors,
those who were a problem, a scapegoat,
an assigned patient…
The sensuous.
Creators and celebrators of beauty.
The manifest.
You.
Come.
We will follow the dark of our bodies
along serpentine trails
into growing light.
*with special thank you to James Hillman.
A third
08 Friday Jan 2016
What began with two,
seed and egg,
his and hers,
created a third.
Between yin and yang,
tension rising and released,
you became.
Where are the shared waters found?
How can the mother tongue be spoken?
Not knowing may bring lasting riches,
for in the search you find You.
From here
06 Wednesday Jan 2016
Before the flash flood breaches the banks,
Or heat melts fabric,
Or mind reaches the brink,
Step back.
In the too muchness comes a madness,
One you may never need know intimately again.
Pick up the thimble, oven mitt, helmet, or wand-
From here out you direct yourself along winding ways
In full grown possession
Of every sensuous, blossoming moment.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 