04 Monday May 2015
Posted in abundance, becoming, devotion, fearlessness, gratitude, movement, poems, poetry, transition
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Closet doors open,
Books stacked on the floor,
Clothes piled, blankets heaped,
Rugs rolled up and removed,
A gallon of vinegar squatting
where the couch used to be..
Remaking oneself’s got nothing to do
with things.
10 Friday Apr 2015
Rewiring a body,
what with its arms and pinkies and patellae,
in knowing hunt
of the frequency of wind
through forest tops and hillside grass
as all else quiets,
of the partnered rhythm of breaking waves and
the ocean of this heart,
of the resonance in birthing sunlight
crossing far valley hills-
These sounds our bones hum
when the clutter and reversals and dust
have been cleared
from places they never belonged.
15 Sunday Mar 2015
extending a hand
for a body not there,
a person
you thought you left behind
but, in sleep, forgot..
snapping awake,
heart speeds
until you find ground again,
the flicker of light-
even in
gone
beauty arrives.
laughter sweeps the dusty doorway
for friendly toes-
yours definitely,
another’s,
maybe.
either way, the path
is clean and clear
06 Friday Mar 2015
You are worth
radical loving
and if there’s a tug at the thought-
a hand pulling down that rising red balloon-
you might ask
why
and drink a draft
that whispers back,
privately,
Oh You, begin
your masterfully passionate affair
with yourself.
28 Saturday Feb 2015
Posted in becoming, courage, devotion, fearlessness, freedom, poems, poetry, transition
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Recall her.
Cry out against what was taken,
Shout back.
Historical reclamation of the sky is
Falcon’s erudition.
No effort wasted on explanation
only
Complete trust in body knowledge-
Flight and the hunt
instinctual as waking.
Come forth,
The weightlessness of self-possession
calls you.
29 Thursday Jan 2015
The absinthe cloud of memory
forgets the sugar
when heavy footfalls approach in the dark,
a trickery of echoes-
when an unlit train flies along a track
from direction unknown.
Blackness deletes orientation.
False terrain tells lies.
Still.
Breath loops, settles.
Hands tremble.
Fear’s got nothing on me,
I’ll take this ghost for what he’s worth.
At minimum,
I can steal his shadow and pawn it
at the next depot.
16 Tuesday Sep 2014
I am the horse
being broken
back into the wild.
Forced bit
drops wet from mouth,
metal clanking,
rolling in dirt,
Reins under hoof,
Saddle scraped off
at the last tree..
Picking up
speed and spirit,
mane flying with wind and sky-
No destination
Clear vision
Feral reclamation.
11 Thursday Sep 2014
A loss
A becoming
A walking away
The opening into…
Ruins of the expected,
tatters of the uninvited-
materials for another’s build.
Destruction,
this razing, a forgotten call heard-
Void,
her all,
Now.
These palms, soft cups of sky,
await
not only unstoppable but
full ocean strength.
Mystic union.
Awe of the inexplicable,
untraceable connection
–
This fig. With the plucking of this fig-
Initiation.
01 Friday Aug 2014
Posted in fearlessness, freedom, learning, poems, poetry, transition
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In a blink,
impact.
Syrup-salt of sorrow.
You are not once
what you were,
with your many faces,
deceptive promises and
intense draw.
In lifted fog
I see,
returning my gaze,
eyes missing clarity and joy, while
I gain understanding,
at last-
I lent the passion
for our fire to burn.
The flame is mine.
Now, I carry it close
to warm and light my own way.
24 Tuesday Jun 2014
Posted in fearlessness, learning, poems, poetry, the road
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If, in the reaching,
you fall,
you’ll always be caught.
It just may hurt.
What of it?
Learning grabs you and
eventually
you’ll find
what you seek isn’t
out there,
so you’ll reach inward
and falling into your Self
means
infinite soft landings.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 