Category Archives: becoming

Sometimes

23 Wednesday Jul 2025

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Sometimes you outgrow things,

understanding an effortless reaching for sun.

Other times, you must take sword to the lashings

of ancient curses binding you,

across chest, around the waist,

pinning you to the prow of a ship–

you, the first to be sacrificed in storm or attack.

Get to know the paralyzing ropes wrapping you raw,

then cut through and burn those fuckers

to the ground.

And dive.

Mother Ocean waits to take you

to shores meant to shelter and delight

in your very being.

Leave the curses to the cursed.

Mettle

02 Thursday Jan 2025

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Withstand the Void.

Please.

Be upon your own two small feet,

at the edge,

darkness cloud-forming,

ledge a tipping perch.

Night ocean crashes on rock straight below,

the rhythmic waters moon-guided, rich and dangerous.

Call forth in echoless open and

wait,

the wind will snap and take it up.

Let the Void offer

all your fears, inadequacies, foolishness,

rage, grief, shame and sorrows.

Be with them.

Sense their intolerable

movements in your one body–

these are the monsters

you are to marry.

In union, living through and beyond

your exiled, an invitation

to what Beauty is yours deeply,

the gift to be offered back.

Leave no aspect behind–

you are here to love the denied.

Blood needs circulate.

Bones need grow. Air must enter.

Bring the outcasts and castaways under

warmth of your grand cloak.

Allow them refuge of your beating heart.

Welcome the unwanted,

a feast-filled table is set to feed everything

in dawn of this new year.

Rise

30 Saturday Dec 2023

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They rise to the occasion,

the ones you called

to a come-to-Jesus–(minus the Jesus)–and,

truly,

they break bread and drink wine.

With you.

For the first time.

Mountains of stone become sand.

Standing centuries diminish to an hour:

Movement.

You initiated it and

rise, they do;

an occasion

holding both

life

and death

because, really, how damned much time

do we have?

Really.

Grapes, and the blessing,

the bleeding,

of injury and heart,

must not be

wasted.

Moments of chance,

swim up

to our lightly closed fists.

Let the bright, fluid young creatures in.

This may be the last.

And nothing like living waters

ushers in a new year.

Upwelling.

Into the arms

27 Thursday Apr 2023

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Shaving my head on the mesa,

white sun rising behind juniper hills,

I became myself again.

I did not know I’d been gone.

With each new song of bird, new ray of light

and dropping hair,

freedom lifted, heaviness fell.

I did not know I’d been gone.

Voicing thanks to Sun

and all goodness that surrounds,

I also fell,

fell fully into the arms of Spirit.

Changing the seer

02 Thursday Mar 2023

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Changing the seer,

the ground beneath and

circulation within,

in asking for this, I surrender,

for candle-flicker

moments.

Yet the moments expand

as a stranglehold of my brain loosens.

Yesterday,

bald eagle sailed–

she really does sail–

through currents of air unseen

while held aloft close to unmoving.

I’ve much to unlearn, hands of habit

to release,

both mine and not.

Ever more is asked of us to become

what we are intended to become.

Watching the slow wave wings

of white bodied, brown feathered eagle,

a glimpse of what magic surrounds us,

the Spirit of which we are made,

up-lifts me too,

reminding me of the spring that never runs dry.

This valley

18 Saturday Feb 2023

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This valley

has a strange hold on me.

Through flourishing, violent uprisings,

bloody defeats,

this ancient soil fruits a people belonging,

unmoving, and struggling

cavernously.

I’ve been transplanted, migratorily bound,

the next move both imminent and unimaginable.

Time is ridiculous–

when that change comes

and twists me from these mountains’ grip,

it could be Thursday,

or next millennia.

A loosening grip

and a thunderous push to be here,

beautifully unexamined,

saddles beneath me.

I must ride.

Discomfort undertows us to

get

over

ourselves.

Movement of a bone

12 Sunday Feb 2023

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Movement of a bone.

Suddenly.

A gate I never thought I’d walk through

swings open–

access to land traversed by others

but never by me

spreads wide and borderless.

Vast, a savannah,

broad, an ocean,

hidden, intricate, bold–

a cave, universe of a moss, storm cloud.

Speechless, held still and utterly restless,

I do not know what emergence now includes me

but this smile keeps flashing across my teary face.

Tyranny over

03 Friday Feb 2023

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Tyranny over self,

Tyranny over body,

Tyranny over the Land.

Carve mountainsides, slash prairies, pollute valleys, hate,

hate and control, cellulite, humps, wrinkles, and jiggles.

Hide and hate, turn upon the landscape inner,

the landscape outer–

one and the same.

Within this domination resides

everlasting distraction from the rhythmic pulsing

of our own heart’s rivers.

In service to the status quo.

As Earth’s waters are Life,

our blood is Life.

Break the shaming silence–the waterways know

to indulge their curves, bumps, and depths

singing praises through movement,

of tree roots, reflected sky, grating rocks

and wriggling fish.

We have only so long to celebrate and dance

our one beloved Body:

Skip the contempt useful to maintaining outdated ways.

Jump straight into dark waters full

of more Beauty than any one lifetime can hold.

Make it visible

11 Friday Nov 2022

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We find ourselves

eventually, or again and again,

at the thought–“I’m this old and

still

I’m not over it.”

Whatever it is.

But with that tiny cruelty and judgment,

if we’re honest,

we can feel the rope tied about us and yanking from

without;

The culture’s voice and ultimatum,

no doubt familial message too,

tugs invisibly and hard.

See the rope for what it is,

make it visible.

Then, only then, can we find ourselves

eventually, and again and again.

What is to come?

11 Friday Mar 2022

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What is to come

with such violence in the world?

Old as existence, violence arises and

falls away, erupts and leaves ash heaps,

sterility, an airlessness that waits,

waits,

waits

until seeds able to withstand–and bring Life–

from extremes

begin anew.

But the cycles can not, will not, alter

until every one of us, each one unto themselves,

can reach the threshold of greeting

the violence with and in

ourselves.

Begin, begin, as those stalwart seeds,

to come consciously into relationship

with the most difficult impulses we humans possess,

one by one by one, together,

let us move into wisdom’s ability

to navigate this earthly realm

beautifully and whole.