07 Wednesday May 2014
Standing at the center of storm wind
bending blasting spinning..
hair blowing sideways with treetops and grass..
limbs clack over head, needles fly,
birds navigate through added force and necessity
Take off shoes, and penetrate that place with your whole being-
offer dynamic stillness while the stir carries everything away.
No one can do it for you.
07 Monday Apr 2014
In the Illumination
you will wriggle, tug, push free the skin-
your skin- as
equally, it will be wrest from you.
In the remaking, upon looking down,
nothing remains.
And nothing is everything,,
What you thought was you
as forgettable as yesterday’s spent tea-
grateful for the drink it provided but done
so done.
With the infant sight comes
rearrangement
of place, purpose, person,
even in stillness.
Particularly.
While words fall short-
stones thrown across a chasm
only to skitter the scree edge
and drop-
Wait, just wait,
we’ll join
where words are as unnecessary
as stopping the rain.
03 Thursday Apr 2014
I am not the fantasy
in your head.
Not savior, not goddess, not whore.
This demon you will wrestle alone.
I’m neither an answer nor a mistake.
Take those cords you wrap yourself in
and cut them,
they’ve no use for tying up dreams.
For that which you seek,
you already walk in the heart of. And
the blinders obscuring your knowing
require your own two bare hands- Go,
tear them asunder
and be free.
02 Wednesday Apr 2014
Were I still to believe this tear
to be everything,
All would be lost.
Sorrow that swallowed the world-
the familiar swimming channel.
Invisible were the rainbows
forming
in minute globes of salt water
from my own eyes.
Illusion is a convincing storyteller.
Were I still to believe,
I could not consider that, perhaps,
I am as much a fascination for the juncos,
as they for me.
Laughter pushes streams down
pink cheeks
too.
And how it does bubble up~
11 Tuesday Feb 2014
How scared we are of being
meaningless
unwanted,
Rushing to make our accomplishments
known.
False identities choke us.
Silly humans.
These doings
haven’t anything to do
with our goodness.
They are nice
maybe,
or great
even,
perhaps amazing, delightful, honorable
and expressive of our innate beauty
but essence is not
a woman who’s heart we must fight for,
or a man whose eye we must catch,
or the nodding approval of our father,
or the celebration,
finally,
of the person we are
thrown by everyone that matters to us
(for better or worse)
because
really
the breath holding us to life
and back from death
already understands exactly
how powerful
loving and precious it is.
And it is us.
Try relaxing into that.
07 Friday Feb 2014
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“The lover never despairs
For a committed heart
everything is possible”
Rumi
What is it to remind people of the pain they fear by squarely facing your own?
What is it to love someone beyond the limit of their self-love and watch them turn and walk away?
Our love is only as safe as the tender skills of our lovers to love themselves are developed.
Unbounded living begins with that embrace. The profound joy of existence starts with us, the one we’re always with.
We are the best we’ve got. Better learn to be our full, exquisite selves. No other reason to be here, really. For not until we reach that free, present, loving place can we truly be loved, nor can we give the gifts each of us is here to give.
Here’s to healing ourselves.
With a nod of delight to the world, let the real work begin.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 