If the twitch

25 Sunday May 2014

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If the twitch of a whisker
isn’t enough,
Or the leaping leg from one puddle
to another,
Or a droplet sliding down glass,
An exhale overheard from the next room,
A patch of sun on tile,
Late afternoon scent of wooden house,
Chocolate perfume from a closed package,
First toe breaking hot bathwater,
Or fog rising, within grab, up the ravine,
Then what is?
Why the hesitation?
All lays before you
in the sublime light, and
quiet dark,
where even moon looks after you
while exploring the Unseen.

The Stillpoint

24 Saturday May 2014

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There is a point
at which we stop looking out
for yes
for okay
for be mine,
when need dissolves,
yearning cuts loose, and
hope and expectation walk away.
While strength climbs in the window
and peace holds us close,
the hunt for validation ceases,
dulling the barb of acceptance..
With that, a new sun
around which all else turns,
offers light,
ever undiminished,
reflecting even in night through a softly eager moon,
an illuminated way.

Coherence

24 Saturday May 2014

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Bleary-eyed.
Waves continue approaching shore-
Fuzz-minded.
Water breaks, endlessly, on stone-
Anxious-bellied.
Wind gathers east to west-
Skin, dry.
Orchestra of silence in form giving perfect coherence
to overcome the small and blinding
with the unspeakably grand-

In this place

21 Wednesday May 2014

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Jump off the merry-go-round.
That common ride dulls the senses,
weakens the heart.
There’s endless beauty
in walking the path with Beloved,
every step a discovery.
Depart from good and bad
wrong and right
righteous and evil,
Find Love
in dawn’s greeting,
the wind sway of redwood,
and breaking waves rolling white..
Beyond the two-sided trap,
One.
Here, laughter resonates, full,
touch lingers into the unconscious,
and limits, like toppling dominoes,
care not for your fears–
In this place,
there are none.

Come Back

16 Friday May 2014

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And who ever taught you
you weren’t enough?
Taught you what about you
was ugly
or wrong
or missing
or un-lady-like or
not-man-enough
or too sensitive
or crazy?
And when, dear one, did you start
believing them?
Because the fullness of you,
the whole spectrum of your Being,
is exactly what you are called here to be.
Shunning the calling, you shut the door on your Self.
Come back,
your spark is needed.

By firelight

11 Sunday May 2014

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By firelight
the evening passes,
thoughts tumbling.
You come to mind,
wonder and smoke lift skyward
recalling the scent of you,
your curls between my fingers,
and the bright river we both ride.
Flame turns cypress to ash-
from beauty to beauty,
all things change.

At this hour

09 Friday May 2014

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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.

When the show ends

08 Thursday May 2014

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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.

Center of Storm Wind

07 Wednesday May 2014

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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.

That Moon

05 Monday May 2014

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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.