02 Monday Nov 2015
Yellow finches are preparing for rain.
While quick sky changes cast shifting light,
the fountain hypnotizes with song.
A ceramic mug of black tea rests on a knee,
and imagined scenes play out in my head.
With the wind tossing strands of hair,
I realize,
staying for the first drops to hit
may be the baptism I’ve been waiting for.
23 Friday Oct 2015
we open,
creation flickers appreciative eyes
knowing it may express itself through us
and bring a union of hearts-
small reminders of what binds us to life, place, and
one another.
hear the songs
of light, color, sound and page,
whose voices crack through lies
separating us
from the unchanging.
30 Wednesday Sep 2015
For those running running,
forget holding onto your hat-
that which has you trying to flee,
with its tangles and barbs and gashes and claws,
can outrun you
and knows every shortcut
to come out ahead
again
and again and again..
Face what you plead with silently
to go away
Return return
Hold onto your heart instead.
That intricate webbing of blood coursing its way
through all of you,
into toes, and eyelids, and knees.
Your heart, you,
the one constant partner-
wrap tender fingers around the unwanted.
For those working through terror,
For those tending to their rage,
For those who turn, who return-
Your life is yours.
27 Sunday Sep 2015
Talking with stones,,
Orb weaver builds ladders to the sky,
Screeching hawk tells me where I am,
and Vulture lands
large
to roost in his pine..
Still stones speak–
I will build you a home
here
every time you ask.
19 Saturday Sep 2015
Beneath skins and fur
I too rest in beauty
Let not a hand touch me
and still
I smile
For what it’s worth-
which, in a blink, may stack higher
than last year’s wages-
there is no fading value,
nor lost horizons
Forever always reaches towards us..
In a crisp pink angle of morning light
my heart is yours.
18 Friday Sep 2015
Cold coffee
Footfalls in the dark
Walking nose into web
The scurry
A mosaic
Labyrinth allows both
Entry and Exit
and maybe only one
My hand is warm
It will find your shivering skin
Bring fire to blackness you fear
Being alone is part of the mystery
Finding each other in shadow
A turn of the veil.
13 Sunday Sep 2015
A sacred hunger grows
and tonight can’t possibly be the right time
to feed it,
but wine and the Hammond organ
sure carve paths through
this wicked churchyard of a settlement.
Knock on my door in the morning,
my sight won’t be so cloudy
with delicious nostalgia,
and what sorrow erases clear vision
will lighten
with sunrise laughter.
13 Sunday Sep 2015
In the company of ghosts,
today moves not with breath
but dark memory,
heavy and present.
I may call
to ask if you’re there.
Placing my hand on your chest
to feel the warmth of skin
and the play of caring blood
would remind me that what was
is not all that is.
06 Sunday Sep 2015
Nocturnal orb weaver
has tucked herself away,,
Vulture, high in dead pine,
splays tail, fans wings wide,
back to rising sun.
Soft voice and pedal steel round the room
while Crow wanders the rail,
head cocked, assessing what’s new.
Birdtalk through treetops-
woven richness of life
finding life.
05 Saturday Sep 2015
Mistaking him for It
or she for It
or it for It
Well that’s when everything-
cries of passion, clods of pain, and the ever-living all-
circles the drain and
without the swirl and presence
of boundless Love,
you are ensnared
because nobody,
no matter the who,
or the what,
can ever
step in for Spirit
as He/She/It will always find you
in the end-
and why on earth
wait
until then?
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 