Crisp morning,
Scrub jay tapping acorn into the ground,
Autumn, you flirt.
Crisp morning
26 Wednesday Aug 2015
Category Archives: abundance
body is home
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
chasing light
entering shadow
more rises in the non-scape
than the known-scape.
strings become ropes become chains,
careful what you attach to
you’ll have to drag it alone.
if image and sound, sensation, scent
and a sip of watermelon juice with lime and mint
aren’t plenty,
how heavy we all become.
time’s short,
selling freedom and wild soul, long.
with camera, notebook and #2 pencil
these steps brighten.
heart finds nourishment in embodied moments.
body is, through it all, home.
Contain
04 Saturday Jul 2015
Contain the heat,
the movement,
the sound.
Toss fingers wide,
and dip
chin,
blades..shoulders..elbows..palms
into a spin…
Pound
thoughts
down,
down from helter-skelter mind
through music-hugging hips,
willing knees, flexed calves, splayed toes,
beyond, even, supporting ground-
move ’em out
until sweat beads, glass fogs
and your heart and smile rise.
Once a giggle finds voice,
throw open the windows-
mimic your every pore-
invite the wind,
and
slow
the swirl
into a sway
into a collapsed puddle of joy
with eyes fixed
on boundless
sky
Lose yourself
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Lose yourself.
Scare every inauthentic particle
right out
of your limitless sky.
Then you’ll see
what is truly, brilliantly yours
creates awe-inducing sunsets
upon divinity’s canvas.
Something more
22 Monday Jun 2015
surrendering to Love
not the article
or person
or plot we’ve attached it to
but the Way of it,
there’s the practice, a
clear path, a
transcendence into
eternal life..
We care for each and all
while knowing
the little deaths,
and the big ones, will play their part
to shape inner and outer landscapes and
deepen connection
to what beautifies
heals
nourishes-
We learn to leave our small selves behind
for something
more
Never
02 Tuesday Jun 2015
The wind whips
and switches.
Through one good ear I hear it glancing
off angled buildings and rooftops,
close and high.
Held in soft stillness of a white bed,
peace.
Waves build below,
fifty steps down to the sea.
I may be in solitude,
but alone?
Never.
Adrift
28 Thursday May 2015
Adrift,
alone and wandering…
time to tend closely.
Fear rises with groundlessness-
unanswered questions
become the new earth to tread.
Being nowhere
requires patience.
Patience, the bone builder,
the strength bringer,
the knowing one;
She who comes to a whisper
yet stays only with grunts.
Approach softly
and keep your mental seat.
Carving pathways demands
sustained effort.
Laughter rises upon landing
in the open arms of the unknown-
we deceive ourselves if we think
it’s ever any different.
She leaves behind
25 Monday May 2015
She leaves behind
a constriction of heart,
with protective, limited beating, and
steps into a centerless center
with rivers vast..
tributaries both drawing and feeding..
Headwaters spring silently
out of mountains, and build depth
hollowing gorges.
Miles and miles
of woven waterways, each
with a Song.
Her heart is no longer an organ but
a Way
with rhythm.
What keeps a day
25 Monday May 2015
Olives here taste of rooted earth,
perfume,
undissolved salt…
in minute crystals.
I am as lopsided as any human,
careful with my creations but learning
as often as the sun is rising-
anywhere.
What is golden to my eye may appear blue
to you.
Isn’t that what keeps a day
and a long-stretching night ripe
with intrigue and a mineral calm?
The Aegean waits for my skin
to touch it again.
Fruiting trees observe
with time’s ease and abundance.
My own sorrows are meaningless
in sight of Beauty,
they are salt
added to the Sea.
He sits
24 Sunday May 2015
He sits,
this man in his garden,
on an upturned bucket
in the afternoon shade of an olive tree,
smoking a cigarette.
His downward gaze surveys lines
of young plants, his recent work,
and plucks whatever potential-
of lazy thought
of future harvest
of aches, of history-
of each inhalation in his own world
where bees hover
to take him in.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 