Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, April 30, 2012

un beau rêve

Waking to that dream in my head
The one I’ve dreamed again and again
just a hazy mist that clouds my bed
And returns my icy blood to red

And again
I dream

Again I dream of you

Your show of magic captures my stare
Trapping me tight in your blinding black box
I strain to see this tricky dream, but if I
Watch your hands I won't hear what you mean

Because again I dream of you

The night’s long journey makes me toss and turn
Once the race is on and the pace is quickened
Til the nearing dawn sparks the fiercest burn
Don't make me rise to another empty waking…


Sweet dream's lullaby wrestles this new day’s glow
As dawn's lusty lips hum a yearning below
Don't wake me yet, it's much too soon
To begin the wait for another moon

I need just one more dream of you

Sunday, April 29, 2012


It is in the long shadows within the shade
it waits for me til I call its name

It is grimmest gray as it hugs yearning earth
dowsing parched, withered greens, quenching their thirst

It is explosive light trapped in a singular cloud
unabashedly longing to be bursting out

It is the dark within a dreary, cold night
that reaches for more, as it craves warmth and light

It is rising moon's splendor kissing ocean's still plane
til its rushing and swelling spawns joy's crashing wave

It is spilling your soul into hands cupped with care
that hold it so dear, just let go - and you're there

It is in the long shadows within the shade
I dance madly... gladly... calling its name

 (Welcome to Lala land...)

Friday, April 27, 2012

I'll take a plate o' love, please...

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. 
Those who wish to sing always find a song. 
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.  -Plato

For I am loved well
in the hours of early morning
in the days of springtime passing
in the winters of our hunger

For even heaven loves me
in its flashes of light
that melt the night
and set my world on fire

I am love
in the dark and the light
I am love with every breath
each time I call our name

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Postcard from the edge

Aside from being too trusting and gullible, what's wrong with believing in the goodness of another? It's been my experience in the majority of cases, that perhaps I have a different set of values than others do. Does that mean that I'm right or that they are wrong? I don't think so. I think it just means that 'we' are at different places and define things like honesty, sincerity, integrity or authenticity a little differently. Some define these measures as compared to their own wants and needs, and some define them in relation to all of us.

Every time I realize pain or disappointment I don't point a finger because how do I know whether it is 'he' or 'I' who have not ascended to a 'higher' understanding? And if I knew, would it matter? Would one be more important than the other? I don't think so.

I have but one job to do- to live my life in a state of grace and love (starting with me). Sometimes when I reach a peak in my journey I think I can see it, not too far away now.

You are beautiful. You always were and you always will be. In my heart, you are wonderful, wherever you are (but oh how I wish you were here).

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

DJ 04.25.12

With a jolt that woke me I felt the light bursting out of each and every cell in my body as if energy could orgasm (a billion times, all at once). Was I crossing the plane of consciousness? And then it happened again...

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

It's pretty cold out, but I don't think I've ever heard the crickets sing THIS particular song before. :)
Good night, sweet world!

(In all that I speak
in all that I see
in all that I know
let there be G~d)  

...let there be good, light, wonder, love, bliss... the prayer changes as frequently as does my understanding of god. A new meaning in every breeze that touches me, every color that enlivens me and every soul that moves me. 

the magic crayon

The sunset's kinda gray tonight. I think, maybe, I missed it. I'm staring at the motionless hills which don't seem to be craning their necks, searching for a glimpse of color somewhere in the horizon. Makes me wonder if, maybe, they can't see.

Every time my heart breaks a little or maybe a lot, I wonder if it's because I don't give enough to love. Or maybe it's that I never take enough from love. I have also wondered if maybe, it isn't love.

But isn't love everywhere? Everywhere you shine your heart or see the good, or understand the pain, or give or take. There isn't much I know, but of this I'm sure. Love is a choice we make when the choice is worth making- when the fear of loss loses to the realization that you'll starve without it. So is that when love is real- when you simply choose to want it? Is that when love swoops in and colors your sunset, or bows down and kisses the earth?

So what is it that you want? What do I want? Is there a magic list of haves or have nots? Show me yours, and I'll show you mine. Maybe we could just make one together. But I just want to warn you- I start sentences with conjunctions and I like to color outside the lines.

BuZy mind chatter

Have you ever stepped back in wonder, asking yourself, "Was I the only one who saw or felt that?" I knew I wasn't alone, but somehow I was just talking to myself. Do you ever wonder if those people who talk to themselves are the ones with the problems? Or is it the ones who try to hold onto 'normal,' who aren't quite right?

Did you ever stop to wonder why someone could have such a hardened heart, and not want love? Probably shouldn't say it out loud though, because that's just not nice. But I can think it to myself for as long as I like, because we have already established that I am the nut who sees things. And we don't want anybody to be thinking badly of us.

Or we could just not care...but that was the problem in the first place.

I don't understand and I hope I never do.

Wake up!

What if
you were exactly what you are
free from worry, sorrow, disappointment, manipulation, guilt, abuse, being a victim, being a champion?
What if you were humble in your yearnings
yearning only things that honored the good in this world?
What if your truths were
uninhibited manifestations of your heart, divulged fully in your nakedness,
free from worry, sorrow, disappointment, manipulation, guilt, abuse, or control?
What if we were just love, for love's sake, because we love to love, and be loved?


DJ 04.24.12

In the early hours before the sun arose
I heard you calling me

over and over again, through the haze
of sleepy dreams
where the soft flowers slumbered in
their tight little blooms
and the night's tears gathered in
the grassy morning dew

til the light chased away the dream

I heard you calling me
                                        ...I hear you calling me

Sunday, April 22, 2012


On a drifting love that comes dancing to me
A beautiful vision that my eyes cannot see
Swimming in the breeze between you and me
A wish dispersing stalks of colored ecstasy

Love’s colors mix a gradient blend
With no beginning, and no discernible end
Radiance warming that which could not fill me
When the soft wisps of wishes come to color me

Flying upon the highest vibration of all
I plunge, I lunge, with no thoughts of a fall
And land in the soft spun web of embrace
Hungrily staring into your princely face

Flashes of purple, yellow, green, red and blue
Orbit about us, weaving a violet crown for you
This dream, this vision, this wish for me
Color me, baby, come set my world free

Slide down your rainbow, into my cellar door and we'll be jolly friends forever more...
I guess I need to work on that just a little more, huh?

I'll tumble for ya...

Today, standing staring into the water, I felt love's strong hand brush my face in the touch of the breeze. Would this ambrosial sensation have meant so much, ever, had life not readied me so? Closing my eyes I could hear the rocks tumbling in the sand at the mercy of the water. With no cares about from where they came or to where they were going, they simply danced as the rolling waves commanded. One particularly strong swell rushed in suddenly and the rocks' song exploded as my heart lit up. The wind wrapped itself around me.

Yours is the heart that plays the song my soul knows

In every touch of every breeze and
every rush of every stream 
Your gift of love in every flower's birth
is born in every bloom
With each new day and in every death
you shower me with your loving bliss
And I, the meek and curious soul
filled with wonder, shout
      ........why do you love me so?

Friday, April 20, 2012

God says, "HI!"

Standing in this moment, unsure of what's around the bend
Sensing the wonder of the surprise that life is holding just ahead
The blossoms blooming sweetly and the colored flowers squeal
Bending down I touch the blessed earth and its beauty kisses me

This unsure...and yet in it I celebrate what might be, and more importantly- what is. It all tastes so wonderful!


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

P(e)ace maker

Hold my heart tonight
keep it safe from all the sounds
of loneliness and fear
and of things I cannot dream

Hold my heart tonight
be the soothing balm that
heals me be the easy slip that
frees me from me...

                          ...hold my heart

Hold my heart tonight
reach your strong hand out toward mine
sit beside me in the dimming light
be my brightness, be my guide

Please, won't you hold my heart tonight
hold me close through all the darkness
while I need the light and kindness
beating through your heart to mine

...hold my heart

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

DJ 04.17.12

Escritorio. In the midst of a crowd of joyous sound and bustling energy, the vibration rose to its fulcrum where it called out the word escritorio. It was not my ears, but rather my heart, that heard it. Then over and over, the word resounded in my dream. What I found most interesting was that it was in Spanish. It has been years since I've spoken or really listened to this language, so I had to look up the word. Perhaps it's time to put aside some of my fun, idle distractions and dedicate myself to my writing desk.

The voice of humanity. This is what the beautiful moth had whispered to me, yesterday.

Monday, April 16, 2012


Right as reign
The unquestionable hold that goodness and integrity have, which command your dedication to the light of love (in everyone and everything), where you are your truest god.

Right as rein
The truth of life showing you that where you have been has lead you here, and to where you are going. No questions. To be always in the light.

Right as rain
The bliss of the quenching comfort that soothes and grows all that must not be questioned. It is the soft pitter patter of rain, which as you listen, fills your cup. Drink from the cup and you will live and you will grow.

The cloud bowed down to kiss the earth
the dried land began to tremble
then came the waters' quenching rains
which washed away a thought too simple

It called to me on a cold, rushing wind
that hardened, quickly, my nippled skin
When in every whisper and every shout
the magic of you came pouring in

The winds caressed the mountains' tips
while the valley heaved its sweet refrain
til the night's stiff breeze in reverent joy
billowed hard across the moist, grassy plain

A gush that dripped down me in trickles
as I turned my face toward the invisible sun
Quenched, drenched in this storm, as right as rain
where warmth so rich, had made us one

May I have another glass of wine?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Hush, puppy

Shhhh, little heart
quiet down now and let it steep
let the dream enliven you
while your head so sweetly sleeps

Stick that thumping tail
under sleep's dreamy bed
maybe all that wine's gone
to your silly, twisted head

Say whatever you think you can
in this night that seems so long
for if the touch was really there
sun will wake it with the dawn

hush, little puppy,
don't say another word      

Sunday, April 8, 2012

to rise again

Every moment we are born anew,
into this moment ripe
with possibilities for splendor
Full with an eternity of wonder
that lives forever
through this plump, delicious moment

...and the next