05 Saturday Sep 2015
Mistaking him for It
or she for It
or it for It
Well that’s when everything-
cries of passion, clods of pain, and the ever-living all-
circles the drain and
without the swirl and presence
of boundless Love,
you are ensnared
because nobody,
no matter the who,
or the what,
can ever
step in for Spirit
as He/She/It will always find you
in the end-
and why on earth
wait
until then?
08 Wednesday Apr 2015
A swooping line
A twisting span
A rough hollow
An angle, sharp
A smooth soft warmth
A hard jumbled stretch..
With gentle fingers, slow contact
and light gaze-
the textures of your life,
this sculpting of who you are-
each day you explore form of spirit
and shape it with the quality of
your own touch.
Make it kind.
12 Thursday Mar 2015
I love your puffy morning face,
the one no other gets to see,
in the soft time before lymph starts moving
and upright is upright again.
I love your puffy morning face.
The absence of fear amidst such joy
caught me unaware-
How different this is
from all the rest.
02 Monday Mar 2015
There’s something I must tell you,
but fear will introduce its splintery self
where love is meant to be.
My reins require only softest nudges
to redirect me,
yet, until your boundary holding back freedom
drops away,
the melting heart of me
rests here tonight,
a single bowl of rain water
reflecting moon’s waxing and waning
passion play.
28 Saturday Feb 2015
the crippled reaching
for someone else to make you complete-
what teachings established in hearts
has wings
if it plants a strangler vine,
suggesting you aren’t whole
exactly as you are?
11 Thursday Sep 2014
Purging ghosts.
Remains unknown.
Before the honest untangling
and exit, lies
sorrowful lies told and unquestioned.
Growing up isn’t quick,
or clean.
Longing tugs,
yearning twists.
And in the great redefining
of love
comes a self-mastery
more valuable than all treasures
sought and killed for.
My heart was yours,
our gentle laying natural and,
for you,
too unfamiliar.
Can’t hold the gifts,
passionate or otherwise,
without the water passing through the spaces.
Other waves,
long ago risen,
must also present themselves
in salt prisms and opalescence.
Where, after all,
would the sun set without definition?
Gaze upon that changing horizon line…
28 Thursday Aug 2014
For every rejection
every refusal,
Say,
Come closer.
For every tear
and blemish
and tremble,
Say,
Come closer.
In jagged light when
all the the angles are wrong
and disheartening,
fall
in Love.
Be the tender one,
the present and caring one,
alone with yourself.
In that freedom
none can knock you from place,
your sway becomes a spin
becomes a leap
becomes a Song
to which others find
their own dance.
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.
23 Monday Jun 2014
I can not tie my heart to yours.
Ties bind us both.
You will pass,
like seasons
or visions
or the magic of a night dream,
but know I’m here,
this moment,
giving without reservation
while
I belong to one
who never leaves
and
it is in that heart where you and I join.
Rest your eyes from searching-
I need no back door for exit
because,
in this,
walls delude
and presence
locks our free steps
in unison.
23 Monday Jun 2014
Hair across face,
sheets spun,
sweat,
satisfaction.
Longing for other
traps more than passion,
destroy that and be
your best lover.
Hold Beloved’s hand
by taking your own-
Ecstasy requires only One.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 