From red desert cliffs

25 Thursday Jun 2015

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From red desert cliffs, 

broad-winged raven swoops

above juniper and stone.

Along dusty trail, over hot concrete,

striped lizards dash,

quick and anxious.

Fears, doubts, insecurities,

they cross-hatch your path just the same.

Step aside.

Raven will drop in and

snatch them with open black beak,

if you remember

to allow him his full scavenging flight.
  

Something more

22 Monday Jun 2015

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surrendering to Love

not the article

or person

or plot we’ve attached it to

but the Way of it,

there’s the practice, a

clear path, a

transcendence into

eternal life..

We care for each and all

while knowing

the little deaths, 

and the big ones, will play their part

to shape inner and outer landscapes and

deepen connection

to what beautifies

heals

nourishes-

We learn to leave our small selves behind 

for something

more

The gyre 

16 Tuesday Jun 2015

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Swim the gyre.
The vortex expands until you do.
Intensifies.
The dreams reminding you,
the memories calling you,
the photos, smells, unwanted messages,
all the excuses you give yourself
not to look-
mean there’s every reason you must.
Make the agreement
between you and You
to carry on, carry forward, look widely,
deeply, where your lids normally squeeze shut.
Enter the gyre. Slowly.
(Remember, you breathe.)
No greater kindness
could ever be afforded You.

The restaurant

05 Friday Jun 2015

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A woman enters the restaurant,

angry,

and stands by a table where two men sit.

Words are exchanged,

an expectation was not met.

They invite her to join.

She leaves instead.

One man

leans

towards

the other-

quiet remarks are made.

They pick up their shots

and clink glasses in smiling agreement

before reaching for their fries.

An unreasonable flavor

05 Friday Jun 2015

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Events arise and show you 

you can be made of jello-

in some especially unreasonable flavor like kiwi-

and your mind starts spinning and nothing is working and

everything seems wrong and

you’re busted, no broken, no worse

and

and

on and on and on

until

you stop believing,

look around,

recall that you’re breathing

in a flowering burst of recognition

that you simply

have

more to heal.

The rocky lip

05 Friday Jun 2015

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You climb the mountain,

slow step after conscious step,

and see before you stones, sharp underfoot,

angular in the strong sun..

Sweat beads and drips and

it’s a recognizable salty pleasure but

water,

water is good.

Sparse trees

bent

by the wind-

forbs wiggle in it,

hair every which way from it.

Steadily on, you walk,

glad for movement.

The peak looms large, but your tongue

and mind taste it.

Finally there- moments from the top- 

and breathing deepens, eases, you

sigh.

Reaching the rocky lip,

not caring your laces drag behind,

you hook thumb under strap 

of your heavy pack,

welcoming a stretch of rest..

When

you glimpse 

what didn’t seem likely- not now,

not here,

not this,

but another peak in a range the map said

was done-

Oh unexplained territory,

unforetold valley and mountain ahead..

Silly map.

No one can ever anticipate

what lies ahead

for only you.

Adrift

28 Thursday May 2015

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Adrift,

alone and wandering…

time to tend closely.

Fear rises with groundlessness-

unanswered questions

become the new earth to tread.

Being nowhere

requires patience.

Patience, the bone builder,

the strength bringer,

the knowing one;

She who comes to a whisper

yet stays only with grunts.

Approach softly 

and keep your mental seat.

Carving pathways demands

sustained effort.

Laughter rises upon landing

in the open arms of the unknown-

we deceive ourselves if we think

it’s ever any different.

If you want

27 Wednesday May 2015

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Stop drilling

your eyes

into

me.

Otherwise,

those bits built for wood

will bite

metal.

I’ve depths your dreams don’t even reach,

were it not so

you’d know better than to seek thus.

Fasten yourself, if you want 

the sensuous ride-

let go and fall

inward.

There

you 

will

find

Me,

the bodiless

embodiment–

She who has no name.