21 Tuesday Jun 2016
A black and white world
hasn’t any lines to blur-
what relief to fearful minds.
And if a smudge
tangoes with reason,
snapping the bra straps of rationality?
Waters might move in,
fill bleached arroyos,
and offer liquid to dry, cracked,
sorrowful lands.
Take the risk.
Invite chaos to play.
06 Monday Jun 2016
This body is my drum
beating
inside out
into the world.
If your ears sense the beat
we both may
smile.
If your heart does,
we surely will.
Pulse rhythm cracked a shell
holding me back
from the raw thwack and rocketing yes
of unrepeatable
moments.
Hiding, shrinking, running dulls
music
all of us are here to create,
together..
Pick up your drum.
Let’s dance ~
29 Sunday May 2016
Come,
Enjoy this life while you have it.
Twisting guts or sunshine?
Nah, nah, twisting guts
and
sunshine,
the buried wriggle of new root,
a softening of shoulder and corner of lip,
a nagging thought, tremble of choice,
and a search for more.
More of this, of this!
The life pulling at your heavy heel
and
lifted brow in pure amusement.
Drop the weight-
it may not even be yours.
Direct that tender face
toward the sun-
allow light to bathe eyelash upon eyelash.
Bountiful plenty turns colors before you.
Bountiful plenty turns within you.
Come,
Enjoy this life
while you have it.
03 Tuesday May 2016
Love’s no merry-go-round,
no sign up for the day and walk away thing,
no remembrance on Tuesday and a forgetting the other 6;
Love’s no yes-dear, whatever you say dear.
Love’s a wild one
whose hair, let alone heart will not
be tamed.
Because she expects the best of you, the most of you,
the oh you don’t feel like it -ha!- that’s funny of you.
Drag yourself to the ledge and peer over.
The view is not for the faint of heart.
Wishing yourself there is a waste of the work
your cells do without stop.
Come forward, rise up,
no other task is worthy of you.
02 Monday May 2016
Sometimes I must contain rivers
greater than my banks
and
I wonder,
just what it would be like to be you.
Limbs moving so,
thought dangling here and here,
and a curl,
tongue licking there
and eye gazing upon scenes
I could never see exactly
the same way.
Within these banks I capture moon
lighting the way
but in the flood
life flows too fast
and grand
for understanding to catch me.
Yet it does,
eventually,
it always does.
Recount to me what it’s like being you
and perhaps
both our banks will expand to hold
a whole lot more of forever.
24 Sunday Apr 2016
So the hot water doesn’t work,
the man divorced your ass,
the chickens became coyote snacks,
black widows took up residence along beside you,
flying ants infest the house,
your regular bleeding has voted for hyper-regular status..
what, what to do?
Yell, cry, tear out your hair,
drown in movies and wine,
sleep until it ends,
throw things, set others ablaze,
stomp around and,
and,
and
…
What else?
The toaster still toasts, after all,
and the dentist DID say your teeth are healthy and great,
the walk into the hills has redeemed you
before,
many many times before,
and why tear out perfectly good hair,
especially when it’s yours,
and yes, a rest in that bed sounds perfect,
because
you are tired, child, bone-deep tired.
And beyond the chaos and conundrums,
hallelujah resonates in your heart
with each
remaining
beat.
Hallelujah beats,
here in the mess,
hallelujah beats with you…
20 Wednesday Apr 2016
Call me Pele.
All forms burn and
none stands outside creation.
Shake your definitions loose-
this is generosity.
The fires sustaining me,
I sustain.
Unbroken circle-
food, faethm, corage,
the Wild.
Do not question
if you desire
better.
For, certainly,
better
desires you.
20 Wednesday Apr 2016
Towhee hops
plip plip
in mown field.
Coumarin scent flagging.
If I could be that plump brown bird,
just this one morning,
I’d sigh in deep relief.
16 Saturday Apr 2016
Pearls lay before you.
Seek corn
and luminescence is not what you’ll find;
gobble your share and be satisfied.
Pearls lay before you,
touch light to see
and knowing will grow.
03 Sunday Apr 2016
So it begins
with
but They but They
and the story pretzels and snarls
morphs into a thorny thicket
of
Yes but.
So it begins.
Reaching in with pruners and magnifying glass,
a madness of
I will get clear!
muscles work, tire,
eyes pierce, squint, wrinkle-
strength and a certain Sight grow.
One silent morning arrives
with a way through,
not simply a way through,
a path clear- as intended-
and They
are long gone.
Suddenly, dust still in suspension,
the same pain jolts its head through packed earth
and there’s no
But They
anymore.
Only you.
And so it begins…
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 