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.
04 Saturday Apr 2015
Packs of begging children roam Delhi streets,
walk through traffic,
reach into open taxi windows-
western faces a target.
How they got there, how they are organized,
how they get by,
is undoubtedly a terrible story.
Meanwhile, there are those of us choosing
to suffer to be closer to God.
Delusion is thick if hurting that which is sacred
appears to be a requirement of the Infinite;
as if living fully the life given isn’t enough to remove
a blindness placing the gates of heaven without.
Returning our vision,
to where muscle moves blood,
and lungs exchange air, and
kindness becomes a language of its own-
there
we remember our Divinity.
In coming home,
we find refuge and
stop harming the world around us.
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
In your cringe
and bite
following another’s ignorant words,
pain.
Not the pain of a current slash of the knife
but of a gash inflicted long before self and other
stepped far enough apart to decide, even,
if they wanted to dance.
Knowing requires time,
recognition of habit a road winding into distant hills-
the shape your tears will mimic.
May strength and a giggle well up
along with each salty drop.
05 Thursday Feb 2015
Posted in discomfort, family, lost, poems, poetry
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My belly dropped,
not from driving over the hill
but from hearing his words
delivered at its crest-
This surprise,
crafted of unwanted elements,
was not for me.
Following the highway,
together,
I gave my attention to the passing land..
There was nowhere else I could go.
Thankfully, at this, I was practiced.
18 Saturday Oct 2014
Posted in discomfort, lost, nature, poems, poetry, transition
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from bed i smile to see
two complete handprints
low
on a wall of glass,
an invisible companion kneeling
at the altar of treetop and sky
outside,
watering in crisp daylight,
wrapped in scented shawl of flowering ginger,
a pair of steller’s jays hops close,
the depth of my thirst mirrored by theirs
wildness rattled,
within drought, by human flood.
the growing challenge
to regain elements vital
to thrive
11 Thursday Sep 2014
Purging ghosts.
Remains unknown.
Before the honest untangling
and exit, lies
sorrowful lies told and unquestioned.
Growing up isn’t quick,
or clean.
Longing tugs,
yearning twists.
And in the great redefining
of love
comes a self-mastery
more valuable than all treasures
sought and killed for.
My heart was yours,
our gentle laying natural and,
for you,
too unfamiliar.
Can’t hold the gifts,
passionate or otherwise,
without the water passing through the spaces.
Other waves,
long ago risen,
must also present themselves
in salt prisms and opalescence.
Where, after all,
would the sun set without definition?
Gaze upon that changing horizon line…
01 Monday Sep 2014
I wept into that creek,
threw my voice into the forest.
Held by rocks, shoeless,
a mothering container of mountain
offered cracks of thunder and vanilla,
the dry ponderosa.
Here, by coyote’s invitation,
song and word arose.
Safe to be cracked open,
the stars redefined boundaries,
bringing unguessable exploration
on two feet.
06 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in beauty, discomfort, poems, poetry
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vinegary wine,
the raunchy restaurant kitchen,
gum on sidewalk,
sand between the teeth,
a cracked mirror,
the last page, missing,
uneven stairs,
bitten nails,
oil-stained cloth,
thin walls,
mascara-lumped eyelashes,
static in the line,
half-inflated tire,
taxes,
and the best bakery, closed.
it’s all this too.
17 Monday Feb 2014
there are times we must sit with all we’d rather run from.
taproot strength follows devotion to becoming
our honest, vibrant, untethered selves- the ones clear as glacial streams, the true hearted lovers of life present to the richness of this moment.
few may understand us, but that only makes space for those who do.
joining our kindred brings brighter light to a world in utter need of it.
keep breathing,
this night will be day again soon and
much will have been gained.
we are not alone..
16 Sunday Feb 2014
Posted in courage, discomfort, freedom, photos, poems, poetry, transition, wonder
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Shadow?
Mask changer,
character after character
in the play-
not villains, though
the audience holds its breath
still
with each entrance-
I believed the acting.
I could not name you,
too caught in shifting storylines
until
moving to the back of the theatre,
when the stage became a stage,
and you! I saw
you wear the same shoes
with every performance..
Shadow?
Lithe one,
Let’s dance…
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 