Category Archives: freedom

The gyre 

16 Tuesday Jun 2015

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Swim the gyre.
The vortex expands until you do.
Intensifies.
The dreams reminding you,
the memories calling you,
the photos, smells, unwanted messages,
all the excuses you give yourself
not to look-
mean there’s every reason you must.
Make the agreement
between you and You
to carry on, carry forward, look widely,
deeply, where your lids normally squeeze shut.
Enter the gyre. Slowly.
(Remember, you breathe.)
No greater kindness
could ever be afforded You.

Adrift

28 Thursday May 2015

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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.

Visitor

12 Sunday Apr 2015

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He always shows up uninvited.
And closed doors don’t slow him in the least.
(It’s like that when you haven’t a face,
a body
or a name.)
His approach sinks your belly like a battleship,
and ushers in a near silent gasp-
“Oh no.”
To which,
were anyone else to hear and wonder,
you’d deny ever uttering.
So you reach for a bottle,
and the volume button,
also the telephone, the tv and a book-
none of which can you pay any attention to,
breath having suspended upon his arrival
in singular focus:
that of prey.
And how, possibly, to get away…

Consider the difference
were you to put down the glass,
smile at the kids still out playing frisbee in the yard,
take a seat, look at him
and say,
“Hello, old friend. What have you come to tell me?”

The frequency of wind

10 Friday Apr 2015

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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.

Each salty drop

01 Wednesday Apr 2015

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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.

In warm dark

19 Thursday Mar 2015

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Older even than yesterday,

not by loss or separation but

through integration.

Finding one’s bones calls together pieces

held apart

by the paralysis of stories requesting endings.

When settled back into bones,

whole now,

a new story begins.

Fire and Wind,

Light and Shadow,

Earth and Water,

the pairs learn

where to weave their edges-

fingers finding each other in warm dark.

This is full movement,

empowerment,

the invitation of Being.

For that,

there are no words.