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Love’s no

03 Tuesday May 2016

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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.

Call me Pele

20 Wednesday Apr 2016

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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.

Mosaic garden

19 Tuesday Apr 2016

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The most dangerous words

she spoke-

“…but he has a really good heart”-

a knife

cutting her own heart out

in sacrifice to his.

A ritual, repeated,

a trance-beat of the drum

thrum pum,

only not for something holy, as imagined,

but for destruction.

The cold knife now shattered-

dropped gleefully from great height-

is planted in pieces in the mosaic garden.

Among lush green and fiery blooms,

metal glints in sun’s eye

as earthly reminder.

So it begins

03 Sunday Apr 2016

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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…

Heavy rain

11 Friday Mar 2016

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Heavy rain keeps falling,

and the creek keeps rising, singing

the canyon to sleep and the flowers awake.

Now, little wildflowers, now.

In the disturbance of sliding mud and uprooting trees,

every sweet squall and turbid cycle

does call us

to raise our heads

and offer a soft smile

as we are washed clean.

The best drumming

05 Saturday Mar 2016

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The sound of the rain

is the best drumming offered my ears 

in longer than can be said.

When telling a friend

I’m proud of you,

despite how patronizing it may sound, and

I recognize your fortitude,

a clear prayer was spoken-

fuck fortitude.

Amen.

In all the wriggling and stretching and pleading

and embracing,

Love’s got way more faces 

than we can imagine.

Brighter the light

12 Friday Feb 2016

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Brighter the light
darker the shadow.
Those denying what lurks inside them
can never hold the full hand of another.
Nor bring what moves them
entirely
into the open.
I invite you
to wonder
at what shame tugs
within your unexplored territories,
and to coax that frightened being
back
into your own arms.

With morning light

09 Tuesday Feb 2016

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Possum climbs,

turkey flies,

mountain lion scales

the world tree.

Let not the abstraction keep you

from seeking roots and canopy

joining here and now

to everything.

Rainbow’s colors extend beyond the range

of simple sight.

Ready your claws, flutter the brush tips of your wings,

and remember dangling from a curled tail

is familiar as waking with morning light.

Bark against fingertips,

each with their tiny circle of identity,

will become a welcomed roughness

softening into skill.

Sustaining fire

05 Friday Feb 2016

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In sustaining fire

where we both met

what becomes smoke is not the matter.

Essence

doesn’t burn.

If, in flame, you see only loss

merely mettle takes the test.

And if, beyond even that, your heart cries

More,

the task, the unchanging call,

will encircle

with leaping light 

and silent whispers 

to say,

You are enough.