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In circles

15 Wednesday Oct 2025

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Time, in circles, rolls and spirals on..

we’ve been bamboozled and blinded by firm

starts and finishes–

Yes, birth to death,

but this existence is no line.

Pluck a stitch and you’re speaking with your grandmother,

dead long thirty years back.

Pick at another and your future babies,

whether this life or another,

giggle in morning thunder.

Our brains have been trained

by unnatural and convenient beliefs

unrecognized as such.

Put on a pair of enormous shoes borrowed

from a stranger and step..one

two three..

backwards to gather a new look

at the vastness of stories dancing about.

Teach your eyes to see the impossibly invisible,

what tires and confuses you now becomes,

in truth, a consequential but very funny

game–

remember your heart

and play it well.

This.

12 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Time is a not-knowing.

Life flow.

Infinite creative arising;

Step in

to where you can’t not be.

Awareness will return you there.

Here we are, within continent-birthing

and crumbling upheaval–

crashing edges, sudden limits, tighter twists,

unleashings,

every corner a blind turn.

So where do we go?

No place but here. This moment.

And when the lead line of anxiety

rockets out past our knowing,

we nod kindly, gather it home–

to breath, scent, pulse, wind, ground–

gently pulling back our reach,

that which takes us out past ourselves,

tipping us

away

from what is true.

Be loyal to this,

this,

this.

It is All.

Bound

27 Monday Jan 2025

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Bound, and squirming, in the binds

of our own stories.

Brain picks them up, gut tightens and writhes,

unceasing but for moments:

Drop it.

None of this is true.

You are not this.

But the ego likes its house.

Even if the water’s shut off, rafters tilt,

light obscures through unwashed panes.

Repetition of story

and the prison story makes.

Comfortable? No. Familiar? Yes.

Dismantle the house, it is not you.

Brain picks up the story

and You put it back down.

Over, and over, and over, and

over.

The riotous wind

12 Monday Aug 2024

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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.

Twisted

30 Sunday Apr 2023

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Had I never entered this country

dark magic would have remained part

of fairy tales.

But tales are born of happenings,

not purely imagination.

What can be directed towards light can also

be twisted black.

Centuries of pain does that

to people’s souls,

leading them to avenge this blessed world.

Living amongst the workings,

talk will be talk, suspicion

suspicion,

and yet what I’ve seen

turns firm ground to putty.

You’d best not leave any hair behind.

Still, the cruelty that fuels and fires does,

in the end, destroy

those who’ve let ghosts poison them.

And the original curse

rolling through the generations lives on

until someone down the line breaks it

by gathering up their own light.

Perhaps

28 Tuesday Feb 2023

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How do we tender the fire,

walk the line,

embody a waking spectrum of both

the violence within–that murderous rage–

and the sacred Spirit we carry?

How do we live between

the harm we are capable of and

the goodness of our natural being?

Until each of us faces that living death,

cashes in the chips of our denial,

we humans will continue to destroy one another,

our earthen home,

and ourselves.

Let’s rise to the task.

We have, perhaps, no better work to do.

Movement of a bone

12 Sunday Feb 2023

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Movement of a bone.

Suddenly.

A gate I never thought I’d walk through

swings open–

access to land traversed by others

but never by me

spreads wide and borderless.

Vast, a savannah,

broad, an ocean,

hidden, intricate, bold–

a cave, universe of a moss, storm cloud.

Speechless, held still and utterly restless,

I do not know what emergence now includes me

but this smile keeps flashing across my teary face.

Wind blows a chorus

21 Thursday Apr 2022

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Wind blows a chorus in the mountains.

I’d forgotten how the trees sing in rounds,

sometimes whispering,

sneaking a song, suddenly, behind you

then switching far out in front, down the hardscrabble

with its abundant life of stone and tiny leafings,

scales and flitting feathers.

I wonder about the songs echoed

from those not swishing needles and branches.

What part of the rondo do our human ears miss?

How sweet to offer our voices back

to the heart of the mountain

by joining in its steep and generous sound.

Enter the River

23 Wednesday Feb 2022

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A new movement is afoot,

with steps unknown. There are none.

Enter the River, whose banks

support you now.

Fear may be stripping away, removing the old,

debriding the wounds, a turpentine in the veins.

Let it be.

She beckons. Enter, and be moved.

You will learn–they will teach you.

Call up faith, rebuilding the trust you think

has been lost.

When ready, your own feet will guide and

root you deeply in place where waters and winds

may dance you, earth holding close.

In time, in time,

the Way emerges…