16 Monday Jun 2014
At dawn, in the field
where bustle and bombardment
arrest-
erased by the pace intended-
What penetrates fleets not
as creation arises,
replenishing, even through death,
in constant celebration,,
A music, in full possession
of the notes of silence,
always plays
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-
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.
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.
05 Monday May 2014
What’s alone?
More than just you sits there
with no other humans in sight.
Life pervades.
Like now..
fire, tea, words, the spiders in corners..
Flame talks with wood,
the heat of water and spice whisper to belly,
lamp light leans on white wall,
wool rug spreads reds and rose across the floor.
How could alone ever be?
Crickets surround both day and night,
and that moon sure does get around.
29 Tuesday Apr 2014
The loosening grip of an ancient imagined sorrow
frees up
the rolling giggles of a belly forgetting to stand sentry
against a world prepared to rip everything apart.
Annihilation lays waste to whatever weakens,
and the rebuild, oh the rebuild,
brings unshakable bones, windows welcoming sky,
framing blue and star and cloud,
stained glass casting colored light in beams
where acoustics music cries to court
carry every soulful voice
to heavens protective of all that’s sacred and immortal.
27 Thursday Mar 2014
When the experiences are disparate,
scattered
dispersed,
and a question of what is real,
drops in,,
a giggle ascends..
Hovering in no need,
that land of plenty,
the inquiry disintegrates-
oil on adhesive-
with full featherweight of unimportance.
Dreamwalking.
the threads, web trance of a building spider,
these are the delivery, the shaping,
the invisible connection.
Nothing more-
All is robust,
full,
celestial
Spider continues her common,
unseen
practice..
Welcome, magician.
24 Monday Mar 2014
Elton John, “Daniel,” plays in my ears, a random and surprising song to hear now, here. It compliments, somehow being both odd and comfortable. A familiarity washing on the shores of completely new surroundings and circumstances- I’m on the move but waiting, in that strange milieu most people tend to hate, or, at least, face with impatience. Buenos Aires, for an instant, and on to the next foreign place in a few hours. I find extravagant possibility in the in-between, where my feet aren’t planted anywhere, having places to go but no ability to go there and, still, knowing I will. Sitting motionless while movement is imminent. It’s like an extended sneeze caught in the nose- tickling and buzzing, impending release held back but due. Expectant and delayed. Yes, swaying in transition again…
18 Tuesday Feb 2014
I don’t know where I’m going
but I know how to get there.
“What do you want from me?”
Nothing.
Not any more.
These hands carried that rock far
too long..
I walk on and wave
Goodbye
Love or not,
my way is not yours
a bird rests in my open palms now
she takes flight spontaneously
and returns without my asking
Undiscovered story
footsteps not yet fallen
these are mine
five toes by five toes
inhale by exhale
goodbye
meant losing everything
but myself
10 Monday Feb 2014
With fluid reach
cypress hold both the sun
and gathering birds, giving audience
to dawn.
Union comes alone
not in the company of thought,
thought anchored by convenience-
convenient right and wrong, reliable should and shouldn’t..
No and Union hear infinitely different music.
Moving to what the oak and crow listen to,
freedom arrives,
the controls of ethics not limiting the ability
to discern the sound of light and
feel the texture of color
painting the day.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 