Category Archives: freedom

Shadow

16 Sunday Feb 2014

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shadow, india
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…

Silly humans

11 Tuesday Feb 2014

Posted by in death, fearlessness, freedom, naked, poems, poetry, work

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How scared we are of being
meaningless
unwanted,
Rushing to make our accomplishments
known.
False identities choke us.
Silly humans.
These doings
haven’t anything to do
with our goodness.
They are nice
maybe,
or great
even,
perhaps amazing, delightful, honorable
and expressive of our innate beauty
but essence is not
a woman who’s heart we must fight for,
or a man whose eye we must catch,
or the nodding approval of our father,
or the celebration,
finally,
of the person we are
thrown by everyone that matters to us
(for better or worse)
because
really
the breath holding us to life
and back from death
already understands exactly
how powerful
loving and precious it is.
And it is us.
Try relaxing into that.

Union comes alone.

10 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by in abundance, freedom, listen, nature, poems, poetry, receiving, wonder

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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,tree, light

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.

“Into the mystic…”

31 Friday Jan 2014

Posted by in dread, freedom, poems, poetry, Uncategorized

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What is it to be alone?
To create music with words?
To dance without movement?
To see with eyes closed?
Then comes the dread again,
the belly-sickening rawness,
far beyond the tears that fall
in morning tea,
the core untethering from the illusions
of embodiment.
Gripping.
And I know well,
while it brings me to my knees,
It’s nothing,
clearing the way
to everything…
Boundlessness