09 Friday May 2014
Up with owl.
And out, before fog drip and spider’s web part ways.
Artemisia and oat still bow their heads,
in gratitude for a wet night,
while crows have yet to forfeit rule of the streets,
and continue strutting the sand.
Acorn woodpeckers parked high up their holey electrical pole
discuss brightly the day before them,
gull wings through thick white,
and otter cruises shore’s edge.
At this hour, smiles arise between passers-by.
08 Thursday May 2014
I try to read
but fingers of morning light on the pines stop me.
And the clouds with holes
drifting eastward.
I’d take a call
but the juncos are talking
and hummingbird’s sipping from that purple inflorescence.
Try me later,
maybe when the show ends.
07 Wednesday May 2014
Standing at the center of storm wind
bending blasting spinning..
hair blowing sideways with treetops and grass..
limbs clack over head, needles fly,
birds navigate through added force and necessity
Take off shoes, and penetrate that place with your whole being-
offer dynamic stillness while the stir carries everything away.
No one can do it for you.
05 Monday May 2014
What’s alone?
More than just you sits there
with no other humans in sight.
Life pervades.
Like now..
fire, tea, words, the spiders in corners..
Flame talks with wood,
the heat of water and spice whisper to belly,
lamp light leans on white wall,
wool rug spreads reds and rose across the floor.
How could alone ever be?
Crickets surround both day and night,
and that moon sure does get around.
03 Saturday May 2014
Beyond the noise,
reverence sleeps.
Stepping into silence
we may rest with her,
and the broken parts of us,
their voices will calm
while divine nourishment
repairs us,
replacing chatter with Song.
29 Tuesday Apr 2014
The loosening grip of an ancient imagined sorrow
frees up
the rolling giggles of a belly forgetting to stand sentry
against a world prepared to rip everything apart.
Annihilation lays waste to whatever weakens,
and the rebuild, oh the rebuild,
brings unshakable bones, windows welcoming sky,
framing blue and star and cloud,
stained glass casting colored light in beams
where acoustics music cries to court
carry every soulful voice
to heavens protective of all that’s sacred and immortal.
29 Tuesday Apr 2014
Who ever taught you
your life is worth so little?
Not meaning your stuff,
your interests, your thoughts-
those are unimportant-
but You.
Life creates nothing less than Itself.
You shine
from your eyes, your smile,
each inspiration.
Where no thing matters,
we all meet here,
and the step of your bare foot,
the mark of your passing,
carries bliss forward.
Funny to question worth
of the rising sun.
28 Monday Apr 2014
While blinking with coyote
I let the wind swallow me.
Three egrets flew upriver,
My eyes swept down
to the mouth
where sweet and salt swirl,
tongues of worlds finding pleasure
in their opposing movements.
27 Sunday Apr 2014
Reaching not for the words connecting us now and hurting us later-
the weave of the uncertain
fodder
but assuredly for the wrong fire-
this heart dances in the palm cradling the world.
Thine eye may grab me yet I walk on without whisper
when my words belie the preciousness
of which we are,
for Song is the effortless nature of a forest brook responding to the rain.
24 Thursday Apr 2014
Were this all-
the mirage within which we play our games-
colored light on night’s sleeve,
dew resting on lips of the rose,
cricket song the whole day through,
skin brushing skin,
hand on metal hand on stone,
red kettle steaming,
serpent trail through dust,
squash blossoms…
these would not bring us pause~
for in a single breath moves
Eternity
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 