11 Thursday Feb 2016
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.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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.
05 Friday Feb 2016
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.
28 Thursday Jan 2016
in darkness
we may reach out for another
yet none but ourselves can reach in
to touch the loneliest trembling parts
asking
to be remembered
25 Monday Jan 2016
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…
21 Thursday Jan 2016
an offering
a prayer
an echo of love
a falling a catching a gathering
a print in the sand.
this is not a doing
a fixing
a changing, opposing, a push.
against by nature creates more of the same.
seeing the gateway in unbroken wall,
that is the way.
16 Saturday Jan 2016
So you really never fit,
and now it’s more of a really really.
Shrug it off-
not fitting frees the exploring soul.
Neither want nor need nor longing, but
a deep call for rest
surfaces
through songs your bones sing,
once the clattering night noise settles,
in twists of incense smoke,
a meeting of damp earth and bare toes,
between falling canyon air and sun up,
and mountain lion’s lingering musk.
You’re in the wash,
a cycle of agitation.
Finding rising center means
letting it drop in
to find you.
13 Wednesday Jan 2016
walking a path
moments arise
when the ground underfoot
disappears,
a little free fall
gives new vision
upside
down
isn’t
right side up
unless
it happens enough
to be forgotten..
with full circle view
one becomes whole in the turning
11 Monday Jan 2016
The sensitives,
the permeable, the dancers, the strong,
knowers of medicine,
open-eyed dreamers,
familiars of the taste of tears,
hearts wounded in ache of loss
buoyantly loving all the same..
whose laughter is song,
whose feet go bare,
who chew leaves and talk with hawks,
whose ocean tides move both blood and moon,
ones as fiery in temperament as in flame,
courtiers of the unknown,
inviters of ancestors,
those who were a problem, a scapegoat,
an assigned patient…
The sensuous.
Creators and celebrators of beauty.
The manifest.
You.
Come.
We will follow the dark of our bodies
along serpentine trails
into growing light.
*with special thank you to James Hillman.
08 Friday Jan 2016
What began with two,
seed and egg,
his and hers,
created a third.
Between yin and yang,
tension rising and released,
you became.
Where are the shared waters found?
How can the mother tongue be spoken?
Not knowing may bring lasting riches,
for in the search you find You.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 