13 Sunday Sep 2015
A sacred hunger grows
and tonight can’t possibly be the right time
to feed it,
but wine and the Hammond organ
sure carve paths through
this wicked churchyard of a settlement.
Knock on my door in the morning,
my sight won’t be so cloudy
with delicious nostalgia,
and what sorrow erases clear vision
will lighten
with sunrise laughter.
12 Saturday Sep 2015
While hands rest on sink edge
and skin drips above dirty bowls,
eyes see wall and window and trees in view
of an idea
who drops in,
pulls as much space
as a full day gathers snow,
and says,
Your wound is their wound is a wound
far-reaching with cold, gnarled underground fingers.
Hold the hand you fear,
befriend the dead.
Bring here of the gifts
your people await release.
Possess the expanse
and embody the unspoken…
Hearing the music of you
in a flooding of my entirety,
more life rises in death
than even a painting of night
could dream.
13 Thursday Aug 2015
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.
11 Tuesday Aug 2015
Tumbling into
an underworld.
Sound stolen in the descent,
movement coming from
an unknown what.
Vanished light and a search yet begun.
A wisp of swirling wind.
Inhabiting a different body,
a novice of winged creation must
forget the familiar.
Hanging topside down from leafless tree
amid dark layered upon dark,
sonar registers obstacles and surfaces
of a territory
summoning,
expecting
arrival and exploration.
Travel here is not optional.
Curling claws around smooth limb,
with wings wrapped securely,
head dangling,
blood circulating,
there can be a reaching
for nothing.
Required senses develop.
Survival.
Still, suspended, and waiting
in dangerous territory
while skills emerge.
Quieting impulse,
lets
a silenced knowing
arise
for one newly born.
09 Sunday Aug 2015
Enter the woods, Young Woman,
and know
the Devil hears every footstep.
Each snapping twig signals
your approaching Light-
and stirs
His bloodthirst.
Whether your flame flickers,
or extinguishes,
He cares not.
This game is
Possession.
And without your eyes open,
you are prey.
The seduction will dance you
until your feet bleed,
and your heart tears.
But
with instinct, wild watchfulness,
and a night-march gathering
of your oceanic value,
his charm cannot destroy
the most tender and loving aspects
your clear spirit offers this woolly world.
Stake your boundary
and protect
what you long to give away.
Leave the woods.
Trade, dear Beauty,
youthful innocence,
that dwelling ignorance,
for the Power that awaits you-
something His nearness would never
allow you the sovereignty
to have.
02 Sunday Aug 2015
Drove the twisting road,
wound blind curves,
to somewhere once called home-
a place sweetness and tragedy meet,
a location of extremes.
Towering oaks with lobed leaf arch
toward golden grass whose seed heads nod,
obscuring the path bobcat walks.
Sky,
in blueness or star,
remains sharp.
Flies enter nose and ears,
fiery poison oak berries.
Frost will make its claim,
will lay this landscape bare.
Returning marks a turning.
The hole I’ve fallen in,
with earthen walls solid and cool,
holds today’s bones and muscle.
Eyes train upward,
restful,
knowing, this time, the visit
washes memories out
without carrying me away.
17 Friday Jul 2015
Sunrise after sunrise,
invitation
to tend to the undeveloped parts,
the living but forgotten
blinded and crouching animals left
out in the cold.
Sidle up to crackling fire and
look softly-
the shadow-dance and light castings and warmth,
ease a chronic, unnameable tension
nibbling at the corners of mind.
25 Thursday Jun 2015
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.
22 Monday Jun 2015
surrendering to Love
not the article
or person
or plot we’ve attached it to
but the Way of it,
there’s the practice, a
clear path, a
transcendence into
eternal life..
We care for each and all
while knowing
the little deaths,
and the big ones, will play their part
to shape inner and outer landscapes and
deepen connection
to what beautifies
heals
nourishes-
We learn to leave our small selves behind
for something
more
16 Tuesday Jun 2015
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 