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In circles

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.

Surrender

14 Tuesday Oct 2025

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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.

New

18 Thursday Sep 2025

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Confusion tumbles out of us,

violence and shame, ever pointing–

over there, over there.

Look in the mirror, friend, we each must

consider our part, the veins of ugliness within,

ignored, denied, pushed away.

Wounds need care,

sunlight and tenderness.

Otherwise, they fester.

None goes unhurt, none walks without darkness

to be held.

Point not that way, and that,

drop the pointer all together.

We are a we, and in it together to reweave

an old, old decaying story into blessing and art,

connection, nourishment and song.

What beauty brings us here now?

What Beauty to be bestowed back to Life?

Ask the ancestors,

they know,

ask the ancestors for help–

healing takes everyone, form and formless alike.

Let the new story begin..

it breaks through already

in the most delightful, unexpected ways.

Wake up!

02 Saturday Aug 2025

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Wrestling with the ancestors,

shaking their tree–

Wake up, wake up! You have errors

you must correct.

Generations long damage still revealing itself,

this is not solely on the living.

Clear the way, remove the pall,

obstacles you unwittingly erected,

not the monuments you believed them to be.

Pick up a sledgehammer–

face your mistakes,

smash their marble facades,

crack the foundation,

watch them crumble and let wind blow them away.

Your legacy awaits.

Life needs to bloom.

Get on it!

Planting Stones

26 Thursday Jun 2025

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A fresh blood, now, runs from this wound,

dripping thick, womb-blood red,

to thirsty ground.

The trail follows me as I leave,

planting stones.

Each feeds dark Earth,

sticks weapons of their confusion, fast.

My back, low belly, my heart unwilling,

unaccepting soft targets,

half a lifetime on.

Planting stones returns

this deepest and cruel ancestral story

to the Mother who fashions stone into gold,

medallions for witful generations to come.

Flowers may bloom, cool waters may move,

Hummingbird brings those open prayers

to Heaven.

It ends with me.

I walk away into land of blowing dust,

with stars shining straight from the hands of God,

I walk away toward the fire

ever burning on…

Draw nearer

10 Saturday May 2025

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I draw nearer the Unknown.

How can I not,

to be closer to God is this;

Unknown–true Creation.

Not noble or shiny, maybe missing teeth,

limping, dusty and brilliant..

Stay close,

the past can not play out forever,

only mind does that,

read the signs, look for what’s different,

if, at a thought, ice fills your blood

and belly turns sour,

power has been tossed away.

Relax back into change,

those arms wait to hold you,

the generosity of a reliable and beloved friend.

Ride the horse.

Close at hand

26 Saturday Apr 2025

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The Mountain meets the clouds,

the Mountain stands on the other side

of the world.

Moving your feet, left

then right,

muscles flex, breath rushes in

then out..

you are fire,

heart pumping,

you are water,

blood rivering through,

you are air,

lungs bellowing,

you are earth,

bones holding, levering, building.

Shoes crease, then crack,

soon tear,

body aches,

mind strains.

You can journey to the Mountain

on two feet, on all fours, on belly

with hands clawing along.

You can also sit–

the depths required, the same–

whatever territory that needs be traversed

travels with you,

rests with you,

sleeps within you,

requires the all of you.

Awake.

The Mountain is close at hand.

What never wasn’t there

04 Friday Apr 2025

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How tangled we are

in the journey back to God,

the ever-winding, no two ways the same,

trial and error, washing the mirrors

of our own perceptions, struggles and joys of it.

But your way and my way, they quiver the web,

shimmer the web of which all

is part.

My awakening is your awakening

and back again,

waves of the One ocean

mothering every being, each singular thing,

into itself

again.

Nature recognizing its true nature,

life falling into love

with Life.

Here we are,

discovering what never

wasn’t there.

How funny.

Until

02 Wednesday Apr 2025

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I begin now,

and now,

now.

I am born here,

in this,

as this,

through that.

How many times can a person be born

in a single lifetime?

Infinite births.

Unending new; we are

Creation

always attending

to the delicious upwelling

of awareness.

Ditching the stories, clearing debris

of mind

by arriving

in this eternal moment.

Just words–

meaningless–

. . . until Lived.