01 Wednesday Apr 2026
The stirrings in me
are the stirrings in You,
a thread binding us that vision can not seek yet
heart and belly play, both, as one instrument
of longing.
Call up my voice,
that which is Yours
and sing,
sing,
sing
through me…
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.
14 Tuesday Oct 2025
When it comes to surrender,
better drink three hot cups of faith
following dawn.
Watch the light grow and, as your belly softens
in warmth, your eyes will braid upward,
adrift with the steam.
This life isn’t up to you,
not really, but the soporific of control sells.
Sit in your pillowed chair, stare out your version of
the sash window
and know, Mystery weaves us.
Our work is to listen for its music
and step into the slipstream,
longing and beauty our tiny rudder
within that flowing power.
01 Monday Sep 2025
Autumn grips with fast approach,
a fear, a sadness, an ineffective hesitation
in the cooling molasses wrapping us up.
Another anniversary rides toward its destination.
No keeping that horse at bay,
no desire to,
but apprehension sinks–
abide and wait, abide and wait..
with a little time,
it will turn itself inside out and
become a celebration…
22 Friday Aug 2025
Searching for words is seeking water
mid-mesa.
Not a tree in sight.
Blessed sage basks in full sun.
Rain falls, drifts away.
Soon tarantulas will promenade,
romancing their coupling dance
to create the next generation.
No, the words are water
and the Maker decides when and how
they drift or drive or well up
through this hollow reed.
Let syllables drip from the tongue unsought,
honey for those hungry
and in need of that particular soul balm.
02 Thursday Jan 2025
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Withstand the Void.
Please.
Be upon your own two small feet,
at the edge,
darkness cloud-forming,
ledge a tipping perch.
Night ocean crashes on rock straight below,
the rhythmic waters moon-guided, rich and dangerous.
Call forth in echoless open and
wait,
the wind will snap and take it up.
Let the Void offer
all your fears, inadequacies, foolishness,
rage, grief, shame and sorrows.
Be with them.
Sense their intolerable
movements in your one body–
these are the monsters
you are to marry.
In union, living through and beyond
your exiled, an invitation
to what Beauty is yours deeply,
the gift to be offered back.
Leave no aspect behind–
you are here to love the denied.
Blood needs circulate.
Bones need grow. Air must enter.
Bring the outcasts and castaways under
warmth of your grand cloak.
Allow them refuge of your beating heart.
Welcome the unwanted,
a feast-filled table is set to feed everything
in dawn of this new year.
18 Saturday Nov 2023
We save each other’s lives
a little
every day.
Follow a pointing finger,
find the child.
Hear a cry never
bellowed,
resolve the ache.
Listen through hands,
to a quaking,
a breaking
of a heart yet again,
and turnings of ages will echo
through bone.
These are callings
answered by few.
Let the unmoved move
with slightest
kindest
deepening
touch,
reach stars buried
and waiting
for a return to dark sky.
We save each other’s lives
a little
every day.
In this is more
than enough.
03 Monday Jul 2023
Walking into the kitchen,
sleepy and 8 and nightgowned and knowing,
her mother sits at the kitchen counter
harming herself
again,
she speaks up, for the first time,
trying to stop her.
The girl is sent away
sharply,
that cut deep in her heart following her,
a small needy dog, for decades.
Until, one morning,
under broad green whispering trees,
cicadas thrumming toward full release of day,
her heart receives what grace that rejection was–
for had her plea changed the course
of her mother’s pain
she would have become indentured servant
to an identity:
I help, therefore I am.
In that grace came release from a lifetime
of doing others’ work for them,
the danger of not existing unless
she were needed.
29 Thursday Jun 2023
Wrestle your shadow until sweaty and limp,
stand up,
press powder to forehead and cheek,
adjust pants and what’s in them–
whichever or both or none–
but set yourself right for the outer world to see
that nothing is happening, not a thing is at stake
and amble down the road as if not fully consumed
by what you almost let slip.
Your badness, your weakness, childishness and
ugliness and incompetence.
Tattered cloth, disheveled hair
they give you away but more
the look
on your face
of shame, perhaps shrouded in pride,
with taste of bile
flooding your tongue
Ah!
What effort and energy wasted
on the inevitable.
Rather than hide and deny,
cover up and clean up,
try turning,
turning toward your shadow in greeting..
Soften instead of wrestle,
invite instead of deny,
look gently, giggle and come to know…
in the folds of great being–wonders and understandings,
unexpected magics and compassion.
Light, dark, braided.
Depth.
Beautiful.
16 Tuesday May 2023
Enter the back field,
forgotten field,
the ignored place,
avoided place,
and wait.
In that expanse,
glacially, co-arising finds faces
to show you.
As knocking starts,
though there are no walls,
no door,
trust who comes…
Way out there on the dirt
created by every death ever,
soon enough including your own,
while it feeds infinite Life,
a quaking begins in your heart,
echoes of the pulsing earth upon which
you stand.
Do not run.
Throw off your shoes, find your feet,
let the soles of you do the listening.
As the countless losses
that have brought you to this moment
wash through, over and around you,
within those faces being shown,
greater understanding dawns–
eventually.
And though the grief you’ve held away,
both knowingly and not,
feels like it will do you in as, finally,
you agree to do more than encounter
this abiding friend,
how concrete and personal it all has seemed
now shimmers,
quivers,
like water,
like air,
and its permanence–never real–dissolves.
Traces remain,
beauty of fossils, of exoskeletons,
and strength to take another breath
is given,
not simply found.
Lightness accompanies darkness
in their timeless marriage
consciously
once again.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 