in unison

I can not tie my heart to yours.
Ties bind us both.
You will pass,
like seasons
or visions
or the magic of a night dream,
but know I’m here,
this moment,
giving without reservation
while
I belong to one
who never leaves
and
it is in that heart where you and I join.
Rest your eyes from searching-
I need no back door for exit
because,
in this,
walls delude
and presence
locks our free steps
in unison.

Walk slowly

Walk slowly into day-
rabbit is shy.
When the holding of mind releases,
held muscle follows..
With heart carried forward
the jig in each step synchs
in rising rhythm,,
This number may be for two
or twenty,
but always for one and
the grin on a single visage
captivates wonder.
And she deserves to be charmed.

Anything but..

If a poet’s work is hitched to spirit,
that wild master of any art,
the words spark image, yes,
but more important
they move through and
switch the tide,
bring a tear,
or release a laugh,
birth a pause,
clear thought,
crack the darkness,
or hold you close-
Anything but keep things the same.

Summons

Walk into the fire.
Be purified.
Become water~
Wave through endless ocean.
Root in earth.
That mineral darkness feeds and holds you.
Breathe sky..
Fuel your own laughter and song.
Embodiment summons-
Burn brightly-
Now is the chance to learn
to spend a lifetime
Rejoicing.

Notes of Silence

At dawn, in the field
where bustle and bombardment
arrest-
erased by the pace intended-
What penetrates fleets not
as creation arises,
replenishing, even through death,
in constant celebration,,
A music, in full possession
of the notes of silence,
always plays

What fills mind

Flameless fire in golden grass-
Morning touches brightly
what rests before her.
Bowing down,
forehead and hands to dirt,
the weightlessness of surrender.
A yard above,
Single-chant bird song
and short celebratory flights
between acacia and pine,
delight winged and non alike.
What fills mind
perfumes the sky.

Without your hand

How many pluck the thorn without the rose?
Dancers without smiling hearts,
Climbers ungrasping of height’s uplift,
Farmers possessed not by the soil-
Where are You?
Mystery awakens at the end of dream~
that sorrow and clamour are not
the real movement.
The orchestra of a day,
rising sun, opening flower, resting dog,
starlight-
This play of life delighting any who see
goes on without your hand, or asking,
and isn’t it miraculously so..
For any who stop and breathe and look
will find all the riches
are not only within,
but free.

Raptor

Laying this body down-
slumber denied, dream delayed-
she comes over me.

And I grow feathers.

From crown,
quills push through skin and
rush earthward..
flaring, fingering,
as ice crystals might broaden or scales overlap,
not resting upon but merging, rooting..
overcoming brow, eyelids now avian.
Beak descends, replacing nose.
Spreading downward,
feathering across shoulder
and ridge of limbs-
strong arm becomes stronger pinion.

Her penetrating vision. Her powered flight.
Protector and guide,
humility and respect give rise
to these wings.