Ceaselessly

26 Friday Feb 2016

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I close my eyes
so thought and word can find each other.
I close my eyes
so they won’t.
I close my eyes
to let the other bump up beside,
within,
and bring somatic waves
to crescent-cove silence,
washed sandy moons
of sheer cliff and no access trails
beyond verbal traffic
technology buzz
storyboard flash of decided outcomes.
I close my eyes
to find you.
Through darkness
with palms open,
toes bare,
mind still
in offering,
Thank you for meeting me here,
ceaselessly.

A third

13 Saturday Feb 2016

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You’ll never know me

if you think you can take part.

I come only whole.

With gathering greys,

scars, story, flights of laughter,

and underground music..

with blood warmth,

silence, pause, grit and flame,

summer evening touch and wintered sight,

wrinkles, stumbles, pirouettes, wordplay,

curve of neck and sigh…

Beyond misunderstood desire,

I will be invisible.

If ever you decide you can bring

all of you here,

we can dance.

This is two

creating a third.

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.

What comes today

12 Friday Feb 2016

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What comes today
is a certain vast unknowing.
And not the passing everyday variety of
hmmm
what might i have for breakfast?
But of dipping flight of bluebirds
and the melodic chants of meadowlark.
I don’t think the lady bug hitching a ride on my calf
had less than the feeling
sweeping spring grasses before god.
Please call in
what you fear will destroy such a small house.
You deserve what undulates the desires
of entire galaxies.

Not too much to sing

11 Thursday Feb 2016

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I want the peace of the dark

and first mad blushings of light,

silent cloud bellies bursting orange

and a sky gone turquoise.

I want the bare of my feet,

upside-downness of skin,

pressing moist, giving earth

and birds to flit past in dim cool.

There’s not too much to sing,

only just enough

to recreate forever.

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.

Undertow

25 Monday Jan 2016

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Between here and there
a stumble-
regret, fear, misunderstanding-
and dark becomes a sinkhole,
sky sucking through earth.
The holding fire remains in shadow,
seemingly doused,
for a time
while overhead and underfoot tangle
grip and pull
the many faces of you alone.
In a panic-replacing sigh,
a morning stretch and a here-we-go
momentum of lost space stirs
rich waters.
Silent sparks rise-
a new something takes form.
The undertow may carry promise yet…