09 Sunday Apr 2023
The Wind is up
and her voice big. She sweeps
and dips, grabbing and forcing flee–
her humor boundless as her movements.
She carries tale from far, far away,
distance being her spirit flying,
and your ears are the intended settling place
for the riches of that unique story.
However we have cuffed our own ears after
having them cuffed,
we need remind them gently,
open,
yes, open–
gifts are coming and
we must prepare.
12 Sunday Feb 2023
Movement of a bone.
Suddenly.
A gate I never thought I’d walk through
swings open–
access to land traversed by others
but never by me
spreads wide and borderless.
Vast, a savannah,
broad, an ocean,
hidden, intricate, bold–
a cave, universe of a moss, storm cloud.
Speechless, held still and utterly restless,
I do not know what emergence now includes me
but this smile keeps flashing across my teary face.
23 Wednesday Feb 2022
A new movement is afoot,
with steps unknown. There are none.
Enter the River, whose banks
support you now.
Fear may be stripping away, removing the old,
debriding the wounds, a turpentine in the veins.
Let it be.
She beckons. Enter, and be moved.
You will learn–they will teach you.
Call up faith, rebuilding the trust you think
has been lost.
When ready, your own feet will guide and
root you deeply in place where waters and winds
may dance you, earth holding close.
In time, in time,
the Way emerges…
15 Saturday Jan 2022
Do you know hell?
Hell. Funny word. It is a concealed place;
Only, it isn’t a place–it has no where.
Hell is a how.
How withheld the light. How the ghosts possess.
How living has not Life within it.
Flames? There may be…but they cast dark upon
darkness, and a way beyond seems
to have no way at all…
Until, a laugh. I mean, like the kind that jiggles your belly cells.
Or whispered breeze wafts rose your way,
or homemade bread greets you as you walk in the door..
Once in a while–and a while in hell is certainly interminable–
the lid gets cracked. Gasp! The light! Air!
…holy hell, how did I come to you (or, you to me?)…
Keep following the holy, wondering,
wondering,
robe yourself in the wondering:
She’ll guide you through the non-place
back to you,
and Life,
richer for the knowing, with a precious crumb more
for the offering…
22 Friday Jan 2021
Grieving the grandchildren never to be had,
I step back downward on the path
away from the peak wondering
what unborn children might become
among seeds of the treasured and unsung.
Tomorrow,
I’ll pick up a brush and dash color across
textured cotton and dried pulp
to interview an inner nobility I’ve yet to know,
to praise a blooming that’s still to come.
Come,
come unnamed seeds and show me your way,
we can cross the river, a bridge to stay,
at least until your voices are heard
whether in color, sound or word.
Sleep, you blessed ones,
a womb welcomes you now
whatever your form;
Sleep for now, you blessed ones,
fertile ground awaits you,
your brightness a bell, an arrival
celebrated ever and always along.
18 Wednesday Nov 2020
Ever
read a book
and find yourself
stroking the page while tears drop,
uttering, “God, I love you,”
and wanting to wrap that author up in your arms
to say,
Thanks?
Today is like that.
Not sure how it is to relate with actual humans
but books,
books do walk along beside
between the breathing, the hefting, the washing
and all
the
rest.
25 Saturday Apr 2020
A full circle closed today,
from expectation to loss,
from pedestal to the fall..
A journey made time and time
again.
Bound to a nature of its own making,
the question of when the final turn
arrives being that eerie shimmer
at the horizon.
With delusion’s slap in the face
what you do with the broken fantasy
remains the treasure
at the end.
What shall be created from the rubble
and bruises?
Can you be what fed you?
Could you embody what your heart was sure
you couldn’t live without?
03 Sunday Nov 2019
Is it true that time changes?
Not here, but there, not past that imaginary line
but an inch before it.
Waking today brought an altered number
on a clock
yet Sun didn’t hiccup or falter.
Who are we to roll such dice?
Upon opening my eyes today
I’m living out a past pain through new labor.
Which is true–
the old pain, the fresh effort?
November 3 offers lost agonies returned,
a dawning, growing prayer
and broadening recognition of space
expanding into the Grandmotherly arms
of a beckoning,
wrinkled
and rollicking humor.
29 Saturday Sep 2018
Dawn met night over the water
long stretched, iridescent and calm,
between the two.
Flying above the waves, sips small and lapping,
flushed a morning smile to lips
already turned up at the sweetness of fall.
13 Wednesday Jun 2018
Aching back, pounding head,
weakening eyes, softening memory,
anger, nightmare, spasm..
Symptoms.
What loves to be complained about
over tea, through the phone,
aloud aloud somebody hear this, oh please.
Imagine turning attention around,
bear chewing his tail-
Wake to me!
Symptom becomes lotus
opening
from murky waters into light.
Manifestation of inner
to outer,
an offering
a medicine
a gift.
Pain is not for pain’s own sake.
With suffering,
we alter to listen.
Awareness reaches up,
roots down,
grows.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 