Walk with Me

07 Thursday Aug 2014

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Walking the live growing edge,
Flames of experience lick heels~
In this divine purification,
Ash feeds Earth,
Smoke tendrils rise in prayer, skyward,
Heart’s passion strengthens,
Love becomes boundless,
Devotion deep,
and the weight of gravity,
a welcomed morning blanket
holding us here, joyfully embodied.
By Grace,
Presence expands,
Spark resides…
Come walk with me,
be a light for One
and another-
the view is breathtaking,
the vital pulse ever danceable,
and the space to share,
Infinite.

Morning’s yawn

04 Monday Aug 2014

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Ducks in the shallow end
of calm intertidal,
Suspended garlands of kelp
in watery scoop of sand,
High bumps of cloud~
Morning’s yawn unravels.
A man wrapped in navy terry cloth and slippers
walks the slope of driveway for the paper,
A woman lounging in robe reads on her deck,
Another, in nightgown and raincoat, head bowed, smokes her first cigarette,
A third, barefoot, hops back homeward from the car,
whatever needed gathered in hand.
A feather drops from the sky
on the way home.

Impact

01 Friday Aug 2014

Posted by in fearlessness, freedom, learning, poems, poetry, transition

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In a blink,
impact.

Syrup-salt of sorrow.

You are not once
what you were,
with your many faces,
deceptive promises and
intense draw.
In lifted fog
I see,
returning my gaze,
eyes missing clarity and joy, while
I gain understanding,
at last-
I lent the passion
for our fire to burn.
The flame is mine.
Now, I carry it close
to warm and light my own way.

Wild ones

13 Sunday Jul 2014

Posted by in dreams, nature, poems, poetry, receiving

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Wild ones come
in waking and sleep
blurring lines between worlds
Dream unfolds open-eyed
as those of night
visit through day,
pawing the same paths
with blazing eyes held,
or dropping close on whispered wing
taking advantage of a break
in the trees
The mystic bothers not
with real
unreal
One is inseparable
and messages reach the intended,
the veil only myth.

Guardians

11 Friday Jul 2014

Posted by in dreams, nature, night, poems, poetry, vision, wonder

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Two white owls
dusted with beige,
perch in pine.
Upon revelation,
visual impact,
I wake with a cry.
From familiar swoop of tree limb,
one faces water, the other
toward opposite earth.
Keeping watch over the unseen,
with them I slept.
Escaped voice suspends forming tears,
a crash out of dream,
surprise vigil.
Guardians.
Cradled in mind,
held in slumber,
worlds animate with closed eyes.

Spider

10 Thursday Jul 2014

Posted by in nature, poems, poetry, the road, transition, vision

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Layers of tree bark,
braided pale paper wood,
and
A hole,
dark, deep, easily unseen..
Web strands whisper her presence,
then spiral thickly in
towards silence and no light.
Blowing gently through the open door,
she tucks her black shiny body away
from uninvited wind.
Disturbance not intended,
clarification made.
Spider~
graceful, delicate,
quiet, hidden, fast and capable weaver,
Why greeted with such fear?
Welcoming your power, fascinated,
held in awe,
Fear crawls, courage flies-
Let’s alter that and dangle from silken threads
of our own making.

Family

09 Wednesday Jul 2014

Posted by in family, joy, listen, nature, poems, poetry

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Without hummingbird’s gravelly persistence,
behind and to the left,
red-shouldered hawk’s cries
atop bending cypress
would have spread sound
into shared broad-winged flight.
But I miss that
to turn
and find coyote beside me.
Announcing myself, he looks.
Iridescent ones flit through shadow.
Adjusting his snout,
and partially lowering his haunches, he negotiates
whether to have a seat or trot away.
Hummingbirds scatter as he heads southward.

Coyote approaches

06 Sunday Jul 2014

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Coyote approaches
and, upon sensing me,
sits
gracefully,
slowly
stepping out his front paws
to lay down face to face.
Honor,
a swell, rolls through
in response to such a gift
from the wild.
I’d sweep the skies with bare hands
to bring stars down
to light your way,
weave the needles at my feet
to bring canyon waters to your lips..
but you have all that.
The best I can give is my presence,
gratitude,
a full heart,
and respect for big ears, bushy-furred tail,
and your taste for the unexpected.