01 Wednesday Apr 2026
The stirrings in me
are the stirrings in You,
a thread binding us that vision can not seek yet
heart and belly play, both, as one instrument
of longing.
Call up my voice,
that which is Yours
and sing,
sing,
sing
through me…
12 Thursday Mar 2026
Death brought me into this world,
I didn’t want to stay.
But my lungs kept screaming for air
even as my willingness to let their fluttering stop
strengthened.
Too much pain, this embodiment amidst the suffering,
unsupported emergence of a vulnerable being
while arrows of unconsciousness fly.
How to bring it back to Love
even while..even while…
18 Thursday Sep 2025
Confusion tumbles out of us,
violence and shame, ever pointing–
over there, over there.
Look in the mirror, friend, we each must
consider our part, the veins of ugliness within,
ignored, denied, pushed away.
Wounds need care,
sunlight and tenderness.
Otherwise, they fester.
None goes unhurt, none walks without darkness
to be held.
Point not that way, and that,
drop the pointer all together.
We are a we, and in it together to reweave
an old, old decaying story into blessing and art,
connection, nourishment and song.
What beauty brings us here now?
What Beauty to be bestowed back to Life?
Ask the ancestors,
they know,
ask the ancestors for help–
healing takes everyone, form and formless alike.
Let the new story begin..
it breaks through already
in the most delightful, unexpected ways.
02 Saturday Aug 2025
Wrestling with the ancestors,
shaking their tree–
Wake up, wake up! You have errors
you must correct.
Generations long damage still revealing itself,
this is not solely on the living.
Clear the way, remove the pall,
obstacles you unwittingly erected,
not the monuments you believed them to be.
Pick up a sledgehammer–
face your mistakes,
smash their marble facades,
crack the foundation,
watch them crumble and let wind blow them away.
Your legacy awaits.
Life needs to bloom.
Get on it!
13 Sunday Jul 2025
This magic of thunder!
And tasting rain in each breath.
Drink, desert, drink,
the Mountain, she needs her wetness
and the birds to carry it forth.
Go dance in the rain, arms up-stretched in the air,
your dreams may return to you,
your mischief renewed.
14 Saturday Jun 2025
Posted in approaching, change, community, connection, dissolution, generations, heart, Life, movement, poems, poetry, world
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Wannabe king parades in,
bare butt flapping in the wind, saying,
My clothes are the finest in the world–
in all the worlds–
simply gaze upon them,
My apparel line, starting price 10 million,
will launch this fall.
The people hear, but more, they
see
his paunch of arrogance and delusion
while the gun salutes shoot off,
polluting collective sky.
The people march, no king, the people gather,
no thanks, no king for us today.
12 Monday Aug 2024
Driving along
and a sudden elevator drop in my chest.
Riding that familiar riversong of sadness a moment,
I understand–ah–
my old, precious friend
is holding a conversation I’ve heard countless times.
Now I can recognize her disguise.
Funny mask, dear one,
but a confusion belies those heavy, tearful eyes.
Stress, strain, the much too muchness of things
brings you here.
Rest, love.
Hide in your cubby hole and come out
whenever you would like to sniff
the riotous wind again.
15 Friday Mar 2024
You lose your beauty
and the sky turns pink.
It’s not yours to lose.
What twists us in knots
keeps us,
an unholy marriage,
from the divinity shining
within our own eyes.
Who says what is beautiful,
he, she or he?
Meaningless judgments aimed
at raising one, at undermining another.
Recall the kindleless fire
and your heart will know none
but love threading song.
30 Saturday Dec 2023
The limitations of our fathers,
they are not ours to live by. See
and be done.
Do
and live beyond.
The next generations are here to end
that which came before.
30 Tuesday May 2023
Posted in generations, heart, poems, poetry, young
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The bursting, buried heart of a young one standing
beside you
and the rhythm in your chest syncopates with theirs.
Tears and understanding stir
yet none but listening
and presence
can be true offering,
if even that.
Their northstar guides them, thick and heavy
as the overgrown path may be.
Stand with them
at whatever distance.
Sentinels have always been needed.
The magnetic pull of all who’ve navigated
through murk and darkness
is timeless.
Stand by.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 