Category Archives: freedom

Accepting the task

21 Wednesday Oct 2015

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The imprint of the dream, 

a sudden waking

a gasp

an “oh my god” and

you return

to the surface

from a who-knows-where and

a deep

dive

down

carrying now

a dancing fish.

Upon the glass, a reflection.

Through the glass, a being.

Beyond the glass-

a destination calling you forth.

Without end

begins

with accepting the task

that brought you here.

For the women in those photographs 

12 Monday Oct 2015

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For the shes,

for the women who held in reserve everything but

what they betrayed in the fathoms of their eyes,

I dance for you,

let my laid-down hair fly

and skin sweat rivers

underarm and between thigh.

My laugh is the wild thing you withheld 

and the leap it was never safe

for you to take.

The salt this body gives up,

one gift I can give.

Carry me to where your bones rest,

I’ll bring the skull I’ve been handed

when calling guides from the directions.

You’ve yet to reach my dreams

but when you do

I know

your unpinned hair will be the least

of what you bring to night sleep.

Return

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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For those running running,

forget holding onto your hat-

that which has you trying to flee,

with its tangles and barbs and gashes and claws,

can outrun you

and knows every shortcut

to come out ahead

again

and again and again..

Face what you plead with silently

to go away

Return return

Hold onto your heart instead.

That intricate webbing of blood coursing its way

through all of you,

into toes, and eyelids, and knees.

Your heart, you,

the one constant partner-

wrap tender fingers around the unwanted.

For those working through terror,

For those tending to their rage,

For those who turn, who return-

Your life is yours.

For what it’s worth

19 Saturday Sep 2015

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Beneath skins and fur

I too rest in beauty

Let not a hand touch me

and still

I smile

For what it’s worth-

which, in a blink, may stack higher

than last year’s wages-

there is no fading value,

nor lost horizons

Forever always reaches towards us..

In a crisp pink angle of morning light

my heart is yours.

Until then

05 Saturday Sep 2015

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Mistaking him for It

or she for It

or it for It

Well that’s when everything-

cries of passion, clods of pain, and the ever-living all-

circles the drain and

without the swirl and presence 

of boundless Love,

you are ensnared

because nobody,

no matter the who,

or the what,

can ever

step in for Spirit

as He/She/It will always find you

in the end-

and why on earth

wait

until then?

Body speaks loud

13 Thursday Aug 2015

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And when you have to tuck your beauty away from the world to be left alone,

Or don barbs to let it be known you can be armed,

questions come-

do you engage, or duck and cover, or walk away?

Do you laugh or poke back or disappear?

In the freeze or fight or flight, where do you hold?

Words

stumble.

Momentum and strength kept you moving yet

look

look hard at the toll.

What you thought you could take,

and exactly what you have taken,

carry a cost your body will explain.

Body speaks loud.

Drop a sledgehammer on the used way,

watch a smile curl at the sight of its destruction.

Tools this grand, and in capable hands,

will topple the castle the dream 

along with those miles of manipulation.

What you’ve got here doesn’t come free.

And it’s yours.

body is home

14 Tuesday Jul 2015

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chasing light
entering shadow
more rises in the non-scape
than the known-scape.
strings become ropes become chains,
careful what you attach to
you’ll have to drag it alone.
if image and sound, sensation, scent
and a sip of watermelon juice with lime and mint
aren’t plenty,
how heavy we all become.
time’s short,
selling freedom and wild soul, long.
with camera, notebook and #2 pencil
these steps brighten.
heart finds nourishment in embodied moments.
body is, through it all, home.

From red desert cliffs

25 Thursday Jun 2015

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From red desert cliffs, 

broad-winged raven swoops

above juniper and stone.

Along dusty trail, over hot concrete,

striped lizards dash,

quick and anxious.

Fears, doubts, insecurities,

they cross-hatch your path just the same.

Step aside.

Raven will drop in and

snatch them with open black beak,

if you remember

to allow him his full scavenging flight.