27 Thursday Mar 2014
When the experiences are disparate,
scattered
dispersed,
and a question of what is real,
drops in,,
a giggle ascends..
Hovering in no need,
that land of plenty,
the inquiry disintegrates-
oil on adhesive-
with full featherweight of unimportance.
Dreamwalking.
the threads, web trance of a building spider,
these are the delivery, the shaping,
the invisible connection.
Nothing more-
All is robust,
full,
celestial
Spider continues her common,
unseen
practice..
Welcome, magician.
26 Wednesday Mar 2014
Ever an unfinished thought,
a spiral of fire always itself but shifting
not searching for ends or outcome,
Words are the paints,
they wiggle jumble stretch wink,
and
Poke-
That green, again?
Nodding in recognition,
Blown together by insufficiency,
thinking that this will flow into that will mold
into Who knows…
the final painting, ephemeral
as this gasp for air
21 Friday Mar 2014
Lake
broad enough to be a saltless bay,
its water escorted eastward
by unseen hands.
Sun beams from the borderline. –
Malbec. Walnuts. Sautéed carrot,
chive and radish.
Belly smiling. –
A restful afternoon accompanies
piano and tenor saxophone,
the lead on a heart
planing shadows,
hidden corridors,
winding walkways.
Release the hand you hold and stroll
into the dancing unnameable-
She’s the favorable mystification and
impetus
for laughters light
and effortless,
the contagious expression of boundlessness~
True home.
21 Friday Mar 2014
Cigarette smoke and cleaning products
perfume the stairwell,
Head down,,
down down the black ledges to pavement,
where nips
blue desert air.
Descending Bariloche’s version of Lombard Street, and
entering the cafe,
a wood table for two seats one.
Segafredo Zanetti, and
leather placemat stitched in white
frames a paper notebook.
Beyond the glass,
two
exchange insatiable kisses
beneath red and blue road signs,
rubberbanding back to each other
following separation of a single step.
Hunger to touch,
to reestablish presence in form,
the gift of grounding through skin
meeting skin~
Such delicious reminder we inhabit bodies,
Here,
in this moment,
in this place,
the rest, forgotten,
without meaning.
The searching, the grasping, the holding on,
it’s dirt in the wind,
diesel, hips on the rose,
and the holes in which we stumble,
Celebration in a glance~
stay close, there is more..
21 Friday Mar 2014
I hear the song you sing
even with words unknown~
In the tilt of your mouth,
the lift of your head,
the gentling of your eyes,
the blood warmth of distant palms,
their fingers
circles of emphasis.
I am One.
We are two.
Pulled together and moved apart,
like bees
loving the same flower.
Fragrance and color,
instinct and vision,
draw us to ultimate now..
In knowing nothing
we may experience All.
20 Thursday Mar 2014
Posted in poems, poetry, the road, transition
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Pink cloud tops,
Spanish and boots,
chocolate, leather, and
a withering of childhood need
in an undiscovered country.
Initial steps on a rocky path-
unsteady footing in drying wind,
arms wrapped around a sandbag
of understanding.
All yesterdays have washed away,
a surprising falsehood
captured in spotlight,
the soothing and familiar way a rut.
A task of magnitude
and inevitability ahead,
steep and rugged,
reaching skyward.
With stirring acceptance,
the direction chosen.
19 Wednesday Mar 2014
Deepening furrow
between these brows-
so I throw laughter
into gullies, swales, ridges
of plantable earth,
and hear its return..
Skin dug into by years
of endless search~
Accumulating stillness and
spinning retrieval,
the stones stacked where walls must rest,
the breaches halted-
Wisdom approaches
slowly.
19 Wednesday Mar 2014
As feared, the horse
bolts the stable
while the house, with eucalyptus
growing high in the dry yard,
burns.
That horse, wild, ornery
spirited and dismissive
of imposed boundaries,
his muscles work without strain,
his mind unquestioning
of limitlessness.
Let the structure burn.
And jump on
the horse who pauses only
long enough
for you to turn as he passes
to vault onto his bare back,
feeling warm, sweated fur
against your naked limbs, and
take hold,
fingers woven in mane,
his tail twitching
with fever to run.
There’s only one ride-
take it as far as it goes.
18 Tuesday Mar 2014
When duct tape,
won’t hold
anymore,
And the damage finally becomes
visible,
undeniable..
Hawk walking in broken glass..
And the first step in repair
is as obvious as tomorrow-
Questions loom–
Handing out diamonds
as if they were glass.
Unseen chains,
the unexplained weight cutting
wrists,
and this, somehow, accepted
since first inhalation.
No more.
Time to trade self
for Self,,
-that clear water satisfies not only
thirst
but inspires life
by simply
Being.
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-
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 