27 Friday Jun 2025
Posted in liberation, poems, poetry
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Once,
I was about to eat a blueberry,
a ripe and plump, little blue sphere.
Touching that berry,
on its way toward my mouth, I saw
a sudden bloom of many dozens–
dozens!–
of the tiniest spiders ever
skittering from their birthplace.
Imagine,
your whole world,
a blueberry,
until breaking out into this one.
Perhaps, when time comes,
we are to do the same.
26 Thursday Jun 2025
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…
23 Monday Jun 2025
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Gah! I give myself away,
to their judgments,
their expectations,
their views and assumptions.
Silly cat! Bat those off the table,
paw pad after paw pad after whip claw..
We aren’t here to please them, to afford them,
to fit some pre-ordained shape.
Twist as you wish,
reach as is your nature,
climb, sink, thrive–all in the asking,
the taking.
Denying is reduction,
agreeing without agreement, sacrilege.
Nomad, go fly.
Maybe no one will understand you,
but you do–keep that scent in your nose
and follow it.
You
are
wise.
14 Saturday Jun 2025
Posted in approaching, change, community, connection, dissolution, generations, heart, Life, movement, poems, poetry, world
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Wannabe king parades in,
bare butt flapping in the wind, saying,
My clothes are the finest in the world–
in all the worlds–
simply gaze upon them,
My apparel line, starting price 10 million,
will launch this fall.
The people hear, but more, they
see
his paunch of arrogance and delusion
while the gun salutes shoot off,
polluting collective sky.
The people march, no king, the people gather,
no thanks, no king for us today.
05 Thursday Jun 2025
Posted in liberation, motionless, movement, mystery, poems, poetry, void
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Serpentine movements toward
and away
based on nothing the culture expects,
impatiently demands,
only,
toward yes, warmth,
away from no, cold, mostly
in suspension,
blind,
asking,
when, lordy, when, and
is this my failing or some cosmic barometric pressure
holding
holding
heavy lid to the dark pot before,
until,
that heat can no longer stand but rise, fragrant,
a refusal of being contained,
twisting into an arcing freedom of sky.
04 Wednesday Jun 2025
Bumblebee on French lavender,
fuzzy turning sideways heavy delightful
flight,
rest, wander,
another one alights,
purple, grey green waving;
a lovely warm night watering
the funny patch of weedy garden.
01 Sunday Jun 2025
Critters chasing through high trees,
squirrels limb to limb and birds,
in flight, one to another to another,
and the song,
songs,
braiding on the wind,
wind gathering applause of soft and hardening
oak leaves,
dark, thick, fresh to the season,
and I,
far into the unsettling,
year of the unsettled,
take counsel:
keep faith, drop the choking self-doubt,
open back up, out, into Spirit–
no flower is itself
without
loss,
loss of safety’s deceit.
Nothing guarantees certainty but
betraying yourself for mere
survival.
That rushing in?
Trust it.
10 Saturday May 2025
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.
05 Monday May 2025
Bees have buried themselves
in crab apple’s blooms,
hummingbird launches skyward,
chattily, all the frills of mating on display.
Stripey-legged bobcat’s ghostly moves
stitch the garden knoll
while anise hyssop digs into her new home
and calendula flowers at hollyhock’s feet.
Everybody’s humming their song…
26 Saturday Apr 2025
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.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 