05 Thursday Feb 2015
Posted in discomfort, family, lost, poems, poetry
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My belly dropped,
not from driving over the hill
but from hearing his words
delivered at its crest-
This surprise,
crafted of unwanted elements,
was not for me.
Following the highway,
together,
I gave my attention to the passing land..
There was nowhere else I could go.
Thankfully, at this, I was practiced.
18 Saturday Oct 2014
Posted in discomfort, lost, nature, poems, poetry, transition
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from bed i smile to see
two complete handprints
low
on a wall of glass,
an invisible companion kneeling
at the altar of treetop and sky
outside,
watering in crisp daylight,
wrapped in scented shawl of flowering ginger,
a pair of steller’s jays hops close,
the depth of my thirst mirrored by theirs
wildness rattled,
within drought, by human flood.
the growing challenge
to regain elements vital
to thrive
14 Sunday Sep 2014
A little lost
in the labyrinth..
Come
I say
Come…
The unpaved road you walk-
soft powder underfoot and
bowl of sky-
was not given.
It belongs to you,,
yours,
forever,
yours,,
Hear what must be
understood-
this separation you identify with,
that cracking glass,
you have let it define you..
Come forth
Come forth,
with each step a prayer
and release.
The beating in your chest
is my rhythm,
No difference
No difference
between
27 Wednesday Aug 2014
In the growing up
Vision clears.
With the bite of attachment
through hunger and loss,
Gifts-
Sap and nectar and perfume,
the rooted water finding,
nourishment gathering,
earth holding..
Blessings
present themselves
in an upwell of golden hour light,
offering full possession
of that which blindness said
didn’t exist-
A mighty, sweet
and inexhaustible
power..
Ignorance is a back turned to the east,
a mind believing sunrise
to be myth.
Turn around,
the sky blushes for you.
17 Monday Mar 2014
We piece ourselves together,
Light and dust,
Parable and shrug..
When the birth of day
delivers orange
into the arms of a waiting
fir,
I admit my breath catches
and wonder nips my heels.
At least I see it,
Can feel and
Taste it,
but these recent moments carry
concern
for meaning.
The twists come, the slopes lift,
I’ve got the heart for it,
but the momentum dropped
off
somewhere
and I’m skipping, strangely,
along the surface of an exquisite outer
while
the inner chews in mid air,,
What am I doing?
Then, I must rise, and
gather the orange by the lake
exactly as the fir,
sitting silently in wait-
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in lost, night, poems, poetry, Uncategorized
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When the zeros line up
it’s only a new day
and
all things are possible
(spoken best, of course,
with the head woggle of a native Hindi speaker)
and the blankness before you
the discomfort of the void-
in that dark place, magic is born
where what normally hides from the day can play~
let it beckon with crooked mischievous finger
and whisper its haunting melody..
times come when the path must disappear
beneath your feet
and sitting, awake, through the night
may be exactly what is best for spirit
to guide you
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 