Flames approach,
lick your heels,
singe your hair…
Now isn’t the time to run.
Turn-
Enter the fire.
Now
29 Tuesday Sep 2015
Category Archives: the road
Sunrise laughter
13 Sunday Sep 2015
A sacred hunger grows
and tonight can’t possibly be the right time
to feed it,
but wine and the Hammond organ
sure carve paths through
this wicked churchyard of a settlement.
Knock on my door in the morning,
my sight won’t be so cloudy
with delicious nostalgia,
and what sorrow erases clear vision
will lighten
with sunrise laughter.
Until then
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?
the twisting road
02 Sunday Aug 2015
Drove the twisting road,
wound blind curves,
to somewhere once called home-
a place sweetness and tragedy meet,
a location of extremes.
Towering oaks with lobed leaf arch
toward golden grass whose seed heads nod,
obscuring the path bobcat walks.
Sky,
in blueness or star,
remains sharp.
Flies enter nose and ears,
fiery poison oak berries.
Frost will make its claim,
will lay this landscape bare.
Returning marks a turning.
The hole I’ve fallen in,
with earthen walls solid and cool,
holds today’s bones and muscle.
Eyes train upward,
restful,
knowing, this time, the visit
washes memories out
without carrying me away.
body is home
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
chasing light
entering shadow
more rises in the non-scape
than the known-scape.
strings become ropes become chains,
careful what you attach to
you’ll have to drag it alone.
if image and sound, sensation, scent
and a sip of watermelon juice with lime and mint
aren’t plenty,
how heavy we all become.
time’s short,
selling freedom and wild soul, long.
with camera, notebook and #2 pencil
these steps brighten.
heart finds nourishment in embodied moments.
body is, through it all, home.
Never
02 Tuesday Jun 2015
The wind whips
and switches.
Through one good ear I hear it glancing
off angled buildings and rooftops,
close and high.
Held in soft stillness of a white bed,
peace.
Waves build below,
fifty steps down to the sea.
I may be in solitude,
but alone?
Never.
Adrift
28 Thursday May 2015
Adrift,
alone and wandering…
time to tend closely.
Fear rises with groundlessness-
unanswered questions
become the new earth to tread.
Being nowhere
requires patience.
Patience, the bone builder,
the strength bringer,
the knowing one;
She who comes to a whisper
yet stays only with grunts.
Approach softly
and keep your mental seat.
Carving pathways demands
sustained effort.
Laughter rises upon landing
in the open arms of the unknown-
we deceive ourselves if we think
it’s ever any different.
new hands
03 Sunday May 2015
a stormy gateway opened… and a golden one closes..
it can be like that
stepping outside yourself
to usher in what’s waiting.
move into an unknown place
and watch
new hands lay claim
to what you thought was yours.
He drives through night
11 Saturday Apr 2015
He drives through night,
his fear,
navigating roads with poor eyesight
and the anxiety of loss.
She waits, after 30 years, to release her last breath
upon his arrival.
His mind, his hand, reach for her
through lessening miles.
Following a companionship of sorrow-
reunion comes
in rainbows of falling tears.
Movements,
these delicate movements,
carve the limitlessness of human hearts-
darkness can’t even stop that.
The world around us
04 Saturday Apr 2015
Packs of begging children roam Delhi streets,
walk through traffic,
reach into open taxi windows-
western faces a target.
How they got there, how they are organized,
how they get by,
is undoubtedly a terrible story.
Meanwhile, there are those of us choosing
to suffer to be closer to God.
Delusion is thick if hurting that which is sacred
appears to be a requirement of the Infinite;
as if living fully the life given isn’t enough to remove
a blindness placing the gates of heaven without.
Returning our vision,
to where muscle moves blood,
and lungs exchange air, and
kindness becomes a language of its own-
there
we remember our Divinity.
In coming home,
we find refuge and
stop harming the world around us.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 