And answers still.

15 Tuesday Apr 2014

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Beyond the most cherished,
What remains?
A fingertip pushes aside strands of hair,
Hummingbird comes to sit on a branch a breath overhead,
Two slow dance hidden among shelves of books for sale,
Blood moon behind fog suspends its wakeful,
And answers still;
The movement of silence
grasps, unforgettable and impermanent.
Where can the spoken be formless
but here?
Yesterday and tomorrow, never mind.
On the head of the pin, perch,
the entire world sparks before you.

In the Illumination

07 Monday Apr 2014

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In the Illumination
you will wriggle, tug, push free the skin-
your skin- as
equally, it will be wrest from you.
In the remaking, upon looking down,
nothing remains.
And nothing is everything,,
What you thought was you
as forgettable as yesterday’s spent tea-
grateful for the drink it provided but done
so done.
With the infant sight comes
rearrangement
of place, purpose, person,
even in stillness.
Particularly.
While words fall short-
stones thrown across a chasm
only to skitter the scree edge
and drop-
Wait, just wait,
we’ll join
where words are as unnecessary
as stopping the rain.

too

06 Sunday Apr 2014

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vinegary wine,
the raunchy restaurant kitchen,
gum on sidewalk,
sand between the teeth,
a cracked mirror,
the last page, missing,
uneven stairs,
bitten nails,
oil-stained cloth,
thin walls,
mascara-lumped eyelashes,
static in the line,
half-inflated tire,
taxes,
and the best bakery, closed.
it’s all this too.

the uninterruptible song

05 Saturday Apr 2014

Posted by in joy, learning, listen, poems, poetry

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in the reaching comes the wobble, and its laugh.
beyond this silly dance is grace.
let us drink of that silent nectar.
and leap without hesitation into the dive,
spiraling slowly in
to where the rhythms of current and pulse
are indistinguishable.
doubts,
mosquitos of misdirection,
they’ll buzz our ears;
learning to hear the uninterruptible song,
there lies our focus,
and, in time, they will no longer swarm,
as song and rhythm and spiral enfold us
in one movement.

Tear them Asunder

03 Thursday Apr 2014

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I am not the fantasy
in your head.
Not savior, not goddess, not whore.
This demon you will wrestle alone.
I’m neither an answer nor a mistake.
Take those cords you wrap yourself in
and cut them,
they’ve no use for tying up dreams.
For that which you seek,
you already walk in the heart of. And
the blinders obscuring your knowing
require your own two bare hands- Go,
tear them asunder
and be free.

Convincing Storyteller

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Were I still to believe this tear
to be everything,
All would be lost.
Sorrow that swallowed the world-
the familiar swimming channel.
Invisible were the rainbows
forming
in minute globes of salt water
from my own eyes.
Illusion is a convincing storyteller.
Were I still to believe,
I could not consider that, perhaps,
I am as much a fascination for the juncos,
as they for me.
Laughter pushes streams down
pink cheeks
too.
And how it does bubble up~

From Thousands of Miles

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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From thousands of miles
your kisses land
on my exposed skin;
butterflies, in their freedom,
multiply.
Three in the morning, lightning
thundered along the coastline.
And now, with bright sky,
rain falling in a wall
feet away from none at all,
a rainbow.
Birds speak most in spring,
and the dreams,
they gallop inward.
I bow to thee, the jagged places only
more to learn;
to soften, release, strengthen and trust…
It is your path I walk,
in you I am.

Bring the Storm

31 Monday Mar 2014

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The invisible movements
bring the storm.
The branches respond, as do the greenest grasses;
Faces of hidden ones twitch,
their noses active to the shift-
they need not see,
they know.
Bring the dry in from approaching rain,
place that needing purification
out to wash
in these sky rivers.
The small things, they come
and come and come,
and in the release of their pleasure
more space is created.
Just as, in the endings,
(for they come
and come and come),
the freeing makes room for more.
These tides rise and fall,
rise and fall,
in me
in you,
let us rejoice in the perfect imperfection,,
We’ve always one another
to hold and
let go…

I reside

30 Sunday Mar 2014

Posted by in nature, poems, poetry, release, vision, wonder

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I reside between fire and water-
air and earth, the circular cradle.
I am the mountain lion
bounding to the glass you stare through,
meeting your gaze to say, Yes,
do not doubt,
it is you I am here for.

After sleeping a century last night,
and meeting day with wet mud toes,
twisting wind brings nuthatches to the branches overhead,
chattering amongst themselves as they swing round,
unbound hair, extensions of the tree,
while new grasses grow,
in a morning when scents sound
of Spring.

supernatural

29 Saturday Mar 2014

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Senses usher in the non sensual form,
the birthright,
the road we all walk-
ants to the hill, direction and purpose
silently known.
What appears mythically
spontaneously,
upward joy and downward grounding,
for this we are intended~
all directions
simultaneously,
effortlessly
The movement home not
a march,
but the lingering wake of a desert storm,
noon in autumn, spring scent and
pirouette of flight,
lift of hymn, unexpected and unassigned,
the light footed approach towards
what we are all here
to remember.