This morning as I strolled beneath towering trees I felt so small.
Thinking about last night's conversations of confessions of weaknesses
I remembered feeling the pain of a soul who had surrendered
herself to a supposition. One that never had the chance to be heard for real.
How small we are when we limit ourselves to our own crazy beliefs
or lies that we are anything other than wonderful.
We are the trees. We breathe the same breezes and sway as they dance
when we are one with them.
We are the blueness of the morning sky
and the vastness of the universe, one brilliant star
shining unto the next.
We can only be overwhelmed and stricken when we remain small in the face of difficulty. Be big. And know that the person whom you mis-read is also big. Don't take that from yourself or any other.
BLISS
Before it was a river
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain
Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate
Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, now our right
Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, BLISS
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Falling Up
There was no crisper line that could ever
be drawn between the depth of night and the
eternal dawn where we drew with our eye
tho we could not see beyond this shadowing
smearing of torn clouds bleeding
gray across the sky
On the edge of darkness who could ever know
if we are falling or flying, above or below
in a pool of black or a palette of light
mixed with smatters or remnants of
love and plight which streak the
sky with madness
In that place where my dark met your darkness
where all colors melted into one
not the illusory box of crayons that have
colored the matter of substance beyond
the lines which blind us as we, the darkened embers
rage fervently into this night
Love n Light to You!
be drawn between the depth of night and the
eternal dawn where we drew with our eye
tho we could not see beyond this shadowing
smearing of torn clouds bleeding
gray across the sky
On the edge of darkness who could ever know
if we are falling or flying, above or below
in a pool of black or a palette of light
mixed with smatters or remnants of
love and plight which streak the
sky with madness
In that place where my dark met your darkness
where all colors melted into one
not the illusory box of crayons that have
colored the matter of substance beyond
the lines which blind us as we, the darkened embers
rage fervently into this night
Love n Light to You!
a brilliant universe
You are my sun, I am your earth
as each day, when each day is gone
I turn from you and sleep to dream
so far away that I just can't see you
Your warmth never seems to fade
when I turn and toss the night away
waiting for you to rise again
Yet it is I who must turn, to turn no more
til your light kisses my face
I want to be your sun, the one who never fades
as each day, when each day is gone
I turn from you and sleep to dream
so far away that I just can't see you
Your warmth never seems to fade
when I turn and toss the night away
waiting for you to rise again
Yet it is I who must turn, to turn no more
til your light kisses my face
I want to be your sun, the one who never fades
Saturday, November 30, 2013
YOU
You came to me with your heart wide open,
your blood dripping about you without a sound.
My eyes widened with wonder
Should I dare take the plunge?
"Jump in," you assuaged, "the water's fine."
As the days passed and the minutes opened
your silent strength and daring taught me
that although we cry, wretched and bloody,
the heart of love cannot be broken.
your blood dripping about you without a sound.
My eyes widened with wonder
Should I dare take the plunge?
"Jump in," you assuaged, "the water's fine."
As the days passed and the minutes opened
your silent strength and daring taught me
that although we cry, wretched and bloody,
the heart of love cannot be broken.
The last of November
Many
times over the past few years I have felt like that little bird in the
book, “Are you my mother?” as I meandered through life wondering what
was good, what wasn’t, what was true joy, what wasn’t, what love was,
and what love wasn’t. My quest to find love left me injured, ill, and
consequently, in quiet places where I had no choice other than to heal
myself.
One morning in a meditative dream I heard a voice tell me that I am my greatest love. Slightly incensed because I was feeling gypped, I resigned myself to thinking that perhaps I was meant to roam through life alone. No more questioning any bulldozers, foreign species, or whims. So it became about me- and what I became was wonderful. When you run out of questions and challenges, you are free to just linger in any and every moment in which you choose to; feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting and touching the beauty that is there. Time just stands still with you.
This little gift has opened my heart and mind to not only my own beauty, but the beauty of everything and everyone around me. To talk with a gorgeous friend who is the only one who doesn’t realize how gorgeous she is, about the difficulties and heartbreak of parenting, and feel her pain and mine as one was a gift. To help someone who just last year might have irritated me, but who now offers me the opportunity to serve them while finding a deeper understanding of both them and me is yet another gift. To hear criticism from someone who loves me and not feel my pain, but rather the pain of what they are professing- is absolutely majestic.
Just a few weeks after the little voice told me that I was my greatest love, a very wise friend said something very similar to me and I laughed. Life comes to us like a wave, one rolling in on top of the other, until the wave in its entirety, has reached you.
So I remain grateful for love, for love’s lessons, and for all of its gifts. I love that feeling of standing still and being with what is while life whirls around me.
Today, on this final day of the thankfulness game I am thankful that I have a beautiful new friend who was worth waiting for, who stands still with me. I no longer have to ask, “Are you my lover?” I just get to linger in his wonder.
Thank Me!
One morning in a meditative dream I heard a voice tell me that I am my greatest love. Slightly incensed because I was feeling gypped, I resigned myself to thinking that perhaps I was meant to roam through life alone. No more questioning any bulldozers, foreign species, or whims. So it became about me- and what I became was wonderful. When you run out of questions and challenges, you are free to just linger in any and every moment in which you choose to; feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting and touching the beauty that is there. Time just stands still with you.
This little gift has opened my heart and mind to not only my own beauty, but the beauty of everything and everyone around me. To talk with a gorgeous friend who is the only one who doesn’t realize how gorgeous she is, about the difficulties and heartbreak of parenting, and feel her pain and mine as one was a gift. To help someone who just last year might have irritated me, but who now offers me the opportunity to serve them while finding a deeper understanding of both them and me is yet another gift. To hear criticism from someone who loves me and not feel my pain, but rather the pain of what they are professing- is absolutely majestic.
Just a few weeks after the little voice told me that I was my greatest love, a very wise friend said something very similar to me and I laughed. Life comes to us like a wave, one rolling in on top of the other, until the wave in its entirety, has reached you.
So I remain grateful for love, for love’s lessons, and for all of its gifts. I love that feeling of standing still and being with what is while life whirls around me.
Today, on this final day of the thankfulness game I am thankful that I have a beautiful new friend who was worth waiting for, who stands still with me. I no longer have to ask, “Are you my lover?” I just get to linger in his wonder.
Thank Me!
Friday, November 29, 2013
She breathed in, and then out again
air
colder than the dark afternoon
as if
death had already seized her limp, fainting
soul
Staring into the gray blue autumn
sky
watching the still clouds frozen
as if
the very last moment before the ice age came
to freeze
Remnants of life and love and hope
in
the pictures scratched by the bare, stark
twigs
that cling listlessly to yellow threads of
life
Lingering in the cold, all alone again til her last
breath
shattered the stillness of death's frozen
scene when
she dreamed of sleep's blanket, to awaken one
day-
the new life, the warmth,
the promise of
spring
******************************
Tell me why you want me to want you
when you don't even want to want me
You're so broken that I think you are more right
than most who have never even splintered
Where is the line-the line that you crossed
the one you can't come back from?
From here it looks like just a crack, but
for you it must seem an insubordinate chasm
air
colder than the dark afternoon
as if
death had already seized her limp, fainting
soul
Staring into the gray blue autumn
sky
watching the still clouds frozen
as if
the very last moment before the ice age came
to freeze
Remnants of life and love and hope
in
the pictures scratched by the bare, stark
twigs
that cling listlessly to yellow threads of
life
Lingering in the cold, all alone again til her last
breath
shattered the stillness of death's frozen
scene when
she dreamed of sleep's blanket, to awaken one
day-
the new life, the warmth,
the promise of
spring
******************************
Tell me why you want me to want you
when you don't even want to want me
You're so broken that I think you are more right
than most who have never even splintered
Where is the line-the line that you crossed
the one you can't come back from?
From here it looks like just a crack, but
for you it must seem an insubordinate chasm
Thursday, November 21, 2013
turning toward the light
you must have been the heart of god
when love was what god thought of
for in the brilliance of your love and kindness
you ignited the star lights by the millions
and in morning's gift of sky so blue
I swear-
god loves me more when my thoughts are of you
yes, you must have been the heart of god
when god first thought to love
thank you
when love was what god thought of
for in the brilliance of your love and kindness
you ignited the star lights by the millions
and in morning's gift of sky so blue
I swear-
god loves me more when my thoughts are of you
yes, you must have been the heart of god
when god first thought to love
thank you
Saturday, November 9, 2013
The grapes I hath
This morning I held a firm, plump grape in my hand before popping it in my mouth and rolling it around a bit with my tongue.
Biting down with my sharp front teeth, I love that sensation of the popping of the skin, followed by the sweet juices engulfing my tongue. The inner flesh of that fruit is what I craved until its smooth bits tossed about my mouth now satisfied.
There is so little of what we think is real, that really matters. It's the sweet, fleshy fruit that becomes us, not the skin that we find so alluring.
Biting down with my sharp front teeth, I love that sensation of the popping of the skin, followed by the sweet juices engulfing my tongue. The inner flesh of that fruit is what I craved until its smooth bits tossed about my mouth now satisfied.
There is so little of what we think is real, that really matters. It's the sweet, fleshy fruit that becomes us, not the skin that we find so alluring.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Today I woke the sun
There are the mountains you have climbed
only to have fallen down the other side.
You have lived in the depths of abundance
only to blink your eyes and find yourself drowning in an abyss.
Oh and haven't you danced to the music of life only
to have life swept out from under your feet?
But every time the sun rises to warm your face
at the end of the darkest night
Life kisses you as you dance up the mountain
one more time.
All of those hurts-the ones you've inflicted and the ones you've endured. I think it's the ones that I've dished out that hurt me the most-now. Remorse is the most lethal karma until I remember that my inflictions of pain on others helped them in the end, the way my own wounds have healed me.
"We're all just here walking each other home."
only to have fallen down the other side.
You have lived in the depths of abundance
only to blink your eyes and find yourself drowning in an abyss.
Oh and haven't you danced to the music of life only
to have life swept out from under your feet?
But every time the sun rises to warm your face
at the end of the darkest night
Life kisses you as you dance up the mountain
one more time.
All of those hurts-the ones you've inflicted and the ones you've endured. I think it's the ones that I've dished out that hurt me the most-now. Remorse is the most lethal karma until I remember that my inflictions of pain on others helped them in the end, the way my own wounds have healed me.
"We're all just here walking each other home."
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
I suppose so ;}
Go ahead and describe the perfect sunset
It'll never touch you the way that
its kisses will as they work their way
down your body
inch by inch
encircling you with the warmth
and wetness
of her colorful caresses
when you stare into her eye,
letting her
have her way with you
It'll never touch you the way that
its kisses will as they work their way
down your body
inch by inch
encircling you with the warmth
and wetness
of her colorful caresses
when you stare into her eye,
letting her
have her way with you
Come on now, touch me baby...
Can you see it?
This bright glint of light
mingling with day before
turning to night
one small flash of wonder
as I dance through day's light
propelled by the magic
of this dream's lovely might
Can you hear it?
This sweet note of splendor
which harmony joins
in the sweetest surrender
one small clash of thunder
to waken the earth
as sweet spirits sleep
awaiting their birth
Can you feel it?
moving just for a second,
the universe trembles
for it knows how my heart yearns
one small jolt of motion
one heart can't stop beating
one soul for its wanting
one great dream for the taking
- - - - - - - - - -
(And I hovered over you today
I hope you do not mind
but as my heart was flying by,
I felt your soul in kind
just one quick flash of lightning
which caught my eye...
your dream's bright light-
lit up the sky)
...it is a small world!
This bright glint of light
mingling with day before
turning to night
one small flash of wonder
as I dance through day's light
propelled by the magic
of this dream's lovely might
Can you hear it?
This sweet note of splendor
which harmony joins
in the sweetest surrender
one small clash of thunder
to waken the earth
as sweet spirits sleep
awaiting their birth
Can you feel it?
moving just for a second,
the universe trembles
for it knows how my heart yearns
one small jolt of motion
one heart can't stop beating
one soul for its wanting
one great dream for the taking
- - - - - - - - - -
(And I hovered over you today
I hope you do not mind
but as my heart was flying by,
I felt your soul in kind
just one quick flash of lightning
which caught my eye...
your dream's bright light-
lit up the sky)
...it is a small world!
The epoch ellipse
And what of this?
The beginning of time
as time is redefined
in an explosion
of things that matter
that matter to my heart
my new heart
Heat so intense
as every molecule of
my being reinvents
itself in your new light
which you shine on me
exploding all over me
A new universe
created in just one fraction of
this moment
or was it?
Was this world a culmination
of all of the heat,
hammered by this one big bang?
Each explosion the
beginning of a new world
(inside me)
each time we shake the earth
from which we came
and find a new home
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
what we were, are,
and will be
a part of each and
every one of us
Why do you take yourself so seriously? Why don't you?
The beginning of time
as time is redefined
in an explosion
of things that matter
that matter to my heart
my new heart
Heat so intense
as every molecule of
my being reinvents
itself in your new light
which you shine on me
exploding all over me
A new universe
created in just one fraction of
this moment
or was it?
Was this world a culmination
of all of the heat,
hammered by this one big bang?
Each explosion the
beginning of a new world
(inside me)
each time we shake the earth
from which we came
and find a new home
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
what we were, are,
and will be
a part of each and
every one of us
Why do you take yourself so seriously? Why don't you?
Starfish
Even the ocean knows stillness
and in these moments reflects
the stars
or maybe in losing itself,
becomes them
(And you and I are not so different after all.)
Friday, October 25, 2013
To inherit the earth
Ask of me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once knew your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
We never lose by loving, only by holding back
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once knew your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
We never lose by loving, only by holding back
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
(,♥‿♥,) morning glory
Tell me what soul is
not incredible
name me a heart that
does not beat out loud
Take me to that place
that you go and
Hold me in your strength
while I blossom and glow
Laugh with me while we
sprout with the green grass
sing me this new song that
I never knew to play
For light and love are not
the heart's consumption
but the light of your own raw emotions
when you learn to choose to play the song
I am sorry I never knew you
but I think I know you now
as the smile turns toward the moon
as the sun lays low, and this
long day ends and my dreams
blossom anew
thank you
not incredible
name me a heart that
does not beat out loud
Take me to that place
that you go and
Hold me in your strength
while I blossom and glow
Laugh with me while we
sprout with the green grass
sing me this new song that
I never knew to play
For light and love are not
the heart's consumption
but the light of your own raw emotions
when you learn to choose to play the song
I am sorry I never knew you
but I think I know you now
as the smile turns toward the moon
as the sun lays low, and this
long day ends and my dreams
blossom anew
thank you
Sunday, October 20, 2013
L'il Blossom
Please do not miss-take
my silence for
anything other than
that feeling that overtakes
the night as she basks
in the glow of the light
of what she once was,
knowing how full she will be
even in the
depths of darkness...
a place where the memory
ever vibrant, tickles me
in an aftershock
where I shake
and tremble just as I did
when you filled my brokenness
as your bliss spilled over me
for in that one moment gone
I am -always- eternity
In my silence I go there
so I can be with you
Yeah you...what's your name?
my silence for
anything other than
that feeling that overtakes
the night as she basks
in the glow of the light
of what she once was,
knowing how full she will be
even in the
depths of darkness...
a place where the memory
ever vibrant, tickles me
in an aftershock
where I shake
and tremble just as I did
when you filled my brokenness
as your bliss spilled over me
for in that one moment gone
I am -always- eternity
In my silence I go there
so I can be with you
Yeah you...what's your name?
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Hope is the thing that tethers
Oh let me be the one
Who fills and moves your sails
The one who thrills your senses
Love that never pales
Let me be the coupling
That conducts your flowing current
The pulse that beats and quickens
The one your yearning dream meant
My heart knew yours
So long ago
It might have been a dream
But then I saw your
Face once more
Among the living realm
Why don't you want to be the one
The one who’d die to move me
The one who craves this radiant vibe
To soothe your soul completely
Oh won’t you be the kiss of g~d
Your lips upon my lips
My sweetest song, like heaven's touch
Strummed from your fingertips
Your heart knew mine
Before, I know
In a different place and time
but when I saw your face in
this familiar place
I knew you’d soon be mine
Saturday, September 28, 2013
My Sat.song
A counsel of stars
one ring with many
twists and turns
new shapes
new love
new understanding
no hands touching
every heart held
this is love
this is love
this is love
one ring with many
twists and turns
new shapes
new love
new understanding
no hands touching
every heart held
this is love
this is love
this is love
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Senseless
If you can't hear it
close your eyes
tie your hands behind your back
lower your head
and listen with your heart
turn it around
be with it
hover in its nothingness
engulfing its everything
listen with your heart
close your eyes
tie your hands behind your back
lower your head
and listen with your heart
turn it around
be with it
hover in its nothingness
engulfing its everything
listen with your heart
Monday, September 23, 2013
The moon in the man
In a night ever dreamless
Across a backdrop of black
There are no stars, nor their beams to guide us
Was I the one who beckoned this?
Did my yearning turn the earth
As we slithered away from the light?
What is this face that’s always changing?
Is this visage now waxing?
Or is this sliver ever waning?
This sickle cuts me a new soul
Change is not the goal
But the constant beam enlightened
In the face of the man in the moon
Saturday, September 21, 2013
A vow to sigh less.
There were a couple of times this week where I was involved with conversations which were pretty heavy. Each time the speaker was interrupted while sharing some pretty intense thoughts, feelings, recollections...
People speak when they need to be heard. I'm glad I was witness to this even though one of those times it was me who kept getting cut off. Silence is not my new vow. Listening is. Talk to me.
What greater appreciation and love is there in any day, than to just BE with someone?
People speak when they need to be heard. I'm glad I was witness to this even though one of those times it was me who kept getting cut off. Silence is not my new vow. Listening is. Talk to me.
What greater appreciation and love is there in any day, than to just BE with someone?
Thursday, September 12, 2013
terrabull
I looked past the hills and valleys and I think past many raging waters and lapping shores; and saw a mother feeding her starving child with scant portions of everything but love
Skin and bones, hungry eyes. I'm not sure if greater sighs came from the mouth of the hungry child or the heart of the mother who could not feed him near enough
Yesterday I heard someone blabbering on about having to pay a little more to own the world and how she couldn't buy the best cookies any more from her bountiful store
She raged on with hatred against the people who were trying to feed the masses of starving people who needed care, people who weren't her
I swear, the world was spinning so slowly out of control today until I looked into my own heart and saw the loving mother who did not have enough, as well as the one who had more than most
And my heart asked me if I knew where in the world, the real famine was
Skin and bones, hungry eyes. I'm not sure if greater sighs came from the mouth of the hungry child or the heart of the mother who could not feed him near enough
Yesterday I heard someone blabbering on about having to pay a little more to own the world and how she couldn't buy the best cookies any more from her bountiful store
She raged on with hatred against the people who were trying to feed the masses of starving people who needed care, people who weren't her
I swear, the world was spinning so slowly out of control today until I looked into my own heart and saw the loving mother who did not have enough, as well as the one who had more than most
And my heart asked me if I knew where in the world, the real famine was
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
It's all about...WE
Sure.
Your story matters.
But it is your truth
that will set you free.
What's the value in being right?
Shouldn't we, instead, focus
on doing what is right?
Where's the fun in that?
:)
It's in the truth.
The truth of you and me.
We are on our way...
Your story matters.
But it is your truth
that will set you free.
What's the value in being right?
Shouldn't we, instead, focus
on doing what is right?
Where's the fun in that?
:)
It's in the truth.
The truth of you and me.
We are on our way...
Monday, September 9, 2013
Rest in pieces
To the west, the sun was waning
while I slept and dreamt this dream
In the far off east I saw the clouds
that were slowly, surely coming
There was no rain there was no moon
in the land of unanswered dreams
But in the farthest reach of east
they danced amongst the moonbeams
Have I died? Have I lived?
Have I come to know what seems
more than ever in this slumbering being
what I should have born to be
You held me close one sacred day
we danced between the raindrops' daggers
but the distant thunder cannot wake me
it does not rock, take or break me
A storm can quench a heart with waters
or fill an ear with echoes
What you choose to be
depends on where you are standing
while I slept and dreamt this dream
In the far off east I saw the clouds
that were slowly, surely coming
There was no rain there was no moon
in the land of unanswered dreams
But in the farthest reach of east
they danced amongst the moonbeams
Have I died? Have I lived?
Have I come to know what seems
more than ever in this slumbering being
what I should have born to be
You held me close one sacred day
we danced between the raindrops' daggers
but the distant thunder cannot wake me
it does not rock, take or break me
A storm can quench a heart with waters
or fill an ear with echoes
What you choose to be
depends on where you are standing
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
A quiet scream in the night
Our memories will eventually pale,
none of them will remain forever,
not even the sound of clashing screams
which filled the mighty river
But we'll stay, forever,
in this light that shines
whenever our hearts bleed,
For in the dark we cannot see
the quiet river flowing
none of them will remain forever,
not even the sound of clashing screams
which filled the mighty river
But we'll stay, forever,
in this light that shines
whenever our hearts bleed,
For in the dark we cannot see
the quiet river flowing
It's the brokenness that helps me laugh too loud
it's the warping that helps me see you through
it's the distant, muffled sounds that call me
it's the truth that seeps right on through
it's the pain that sears this new path through me
it's the light that shines and turns the crowd
into something more awake and enlivened
than you ever thought that we could be
...taste the rainbow...
it's the warping that helps me see you through
it's the distant, muffled sounds that call me
it's the truth that seeps right on through
it's the pain that sears this new path through me
it's the light that shines and turns the crowd
into something more awake and enlivened
than you ever thought that we could be
...taste the rainbow...
Somewhere, over the rainbow...skies are true!
R age
O n...
Y ou
G o...
B eyond
I ts
V illaincy
All colors of the rainbow
call us
to be
what
is
in spite of
what
is not.
And so it is....
O n...
Y ou
G o...
B eyond
I ts
V illaincy
All colors of the rainbow
call us
to be
what
is
in spite of
what
is not.
And so it is....
DrAIN0O
When I asked the draining question
you did not give an answer
for this thing that stopped you up
was the clog-drained simply dampered
Did you not hear my call?
Were you threatened by it all?
Did the notion of my query
stop the flowing of your fall?
Just go...be with it.
you did not give an answer
for this thing that stopped you up
was the clog-drained simply dampered
Did you not hear my call?
Were you threatened by it all?
Did the notion of my query
stop the flowing of your fall?
Just go...be with it.
Sigh...
You touched me
like the brilliant, fading sun touched
the horizon
in its last, fatal effort
to light the sky
and dance in the madness
of colors and dance and wonder
you brought me glory
you brought me wonder
you...
brought me home
before you faded
...sweet dreams!
like the brilliant, fading sun touched
the horizon
in its last, fatal effort
to light the sky
and dance in the madness
of colors and dance and wonder
you brought me glory
you brought me wonder
you...
brought me home
before you faded
...sweet dreams!
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Silence
in the midst of the ascending light
Does not make a sound
it simply glows
it's pure!
it's alive!
it awakens my soul's song
which I could not hear when I was talking
which I could not understand when I was thinking
which I did not know when I donned the cloak of wisdom.
Pshhhhaw...
Shhhh...
in the midst of the ascending light
Does not make a sound
it simply glows
it's pure!
it's alive!
it awakens my soul's song
which I could not hear when I was talking
which I could not understand when I was thinking
which I did not know when I donned the cloak of wisdom.
Pshhhhaw...
Shhhh...
Morning Stretch!
standing somewhere different
than the place you stood before
everything is different
from the ceiling to the floor
eyes wide open, seeing things
that weren't there before
miles or inches closer
to opening the door
breathing through the fire and rain
born anew with a burst of pain
knowing that although you wane the
emptiness will yield joy again
trading thoughts you had
for sensations all anew
knowing that the loving mattersmost in what you do
reaching out beyond the dream of
what you thought was real
spinning on this ball of life
head now under heel
then ready to die, to live this life
so raw, alive, on the ledge you are
dancing, hurling, freeing your soul
to finally stretch the edge
Friday, August 9, 2013
Is there an echo in here?
If you and your truth don't keep pinging life, the universe, truth...
how will they ever ping you back?
how will they ever ping you back?
?
Most of the questions that we ask never get answered.
But how about if we ask them anyway?
Someday, someone will. Right?
But how about if we ask them anyway?
Someday, someone will. Right?
Your rapier wit
There is just ONE line
between
what IS
and what IS not.
A subtraction of belief,
a withdrawal of faith,
removing what is not to be believed.
Minus,
any things which we have foolishly sought to
believe.
)(What is this thing they call love, anyway?)(
between
what IS
and what IS not.
A subtraction of belief,
a withdrawal of faith,
removing what is not to be believed.
Minus,
any things which we have foolishly sought to
believe.
)(What is this thing they call love, anyway?)(
Up in flames
Blue eyes
brown curly hair
long, strong legs
healthy, toned body
love of laughter
can he provide?
he hates my cat
yet, still, he's pretty
you cannot choose love
but when you're lucky, love chooses you
brown curly hair
long, strong legs
healthy, toned body
love of laughter
can he provide?
he hates my cat
yet, still, he's pretty
you cannot choose love
but when you're lucky, love chooses you
Thursday, August 8, 2013
the black hole of wonder
In the stillness my soul rises
As the crickets’ trilling chants
Beckon darkness with a wink of my blue eye’s
Luminous lamp
Seeing is not for me
Laughter howling in the canyon
Coyotes celebrate their feast as
I hunger for nothing when I hear
their ravenous song
their ravenous song
The warmth of day rises as steam
Pressing itself against me, binding and taunting me
Could this be
my hunger once again?
my hunger once again?
The night knows me well
Darkness calls my name
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Untitled
When, ever
is there a place where darkness
fails to meet the light
or is it light which swaddles
the darkness?
Not an unyielding edge
but a blending of two marvels
in the twilight of
cool breezes as the day seems to fade
or the stillness of dawn
tip-toeing quietly
to wake you with only
her brilliance, never her siren's song
and So it is with love
is there a place where darkness
fails to meet the light
or is it light which swaddles
the darkness?
Not an unyielding edge
but a blending of two marvels
in the twilight of
cool breezes as the day seems to fade
or the stillness of dawn
tip-toeing quietly
to wake you with only
her brilliance, never her siren's song
and So it is with love
Monday, August 5, 2013
Horton hears who?
Sometimes
don't you just wish
that the beating of your heart
echoed back with the beating
of another?
do you dream that
just one tear falls into
the ocean of others whose
deluge fills this infinite chasm?
an ocean
whose waves beat against the shore
a quiet syncopation
a grandiose symphony
just a sound
waiting to be heard
We are here, we are here, we are here...
don't you just wish
that the beating of your heart
echoed back with the beating
of another?
do you dream that
just one tear falls into
the ocean of others whose
deluge fills this infinite chasm?
an ocean
whose waves beat against the shore
a quiet syncopation
a grandiose symphony
just a sound
waiting to be heard
We are here, we are here, we are here...
death be not proud
So
maybe it's like that dirt that's dried out
beyond ability to grow anything new
or the edge of something that should have been
great
which just can't foster anything for you
maybe it's like a heart that's hardened
because it finally realized that love
isn't real
maybe it's that hope that stopped hoping
because nothing
ever
springs a new truth
worth knowing
for all the hoping
for all the yearning
for all the dreams no longer burning
for all the hatred
and confusion
and the countless turns at losing
I have somehow given way
and I am fading
nothing left to win
and nothing left to lose
how did I ever get here-
where there's nothing left to choose?
I can't fool myself no more
there is nothing left to dream of
I can't draw another rainbow
I can't fake another cause
I'm just gone
like the wind
who can't see the leaves I've leveled
or the houses I've torn down
I'm just done.
Done
Gone
Dead
Where I can rest peacefully
When I rise from this grave
will I be hard, like death,
free of life and breath?
Will I be something that
I never thought to be?
Will it be free, if not at all me?
Will I know why, finally,
you hid your love from me?
Or is that place nothing more
than a graveyard, a field of bones
to pick through...
a place where memories fade into
shapes we thought to mold
because that was all we knew?
Your face no longer knows me
and I no longer think to call you
for we have gravely chosen not to
be
what we were meant to be
for you have turned and I have run
away from this
frozen point
this place
where we could have melted
and become one
dream
but we have not
for we are
gone
gone
gone
K?
maybe it's like that dirt that's dried out
beyond ability to grow anything new
or the edge of something that should have been
great
which just can't foster anything for you
maybe it's like a heart that's hardened
because it finally realized that love
isn't real
maybe it's that hope that stopped hoping
because nothing
ever
springs a new truth
worth knowing
for all the hoping
for all the yearning
for all the dreams no longer burning
for all the hatred
and confusion
and the countless turns at losing
I have somehow given way
and I am fading
nothing left to win
and nothing left to lose
how did I ever get here-
where there's nothing left to choose?
I can't fool myself no more
there is nothing left to dream of
I can't draw another rainbow
I can't fake another cause
I'm just gone
like the wind
who can't see the leaves I've leveled
or the houses I've torn down
I'm just done.
Done
Gone
Dead
Where I can rest peacefully
When I rise from this grave
will I be hard, like death,
free of life and breath?
Will I be something that
I never thought to be?
Will it be free, if not at all me?
Will I know why, finally,
you hid your love from me?
Or is that place nothing more
than a graveyard, a field of bones
to pick through...
a place where memories fade into
shapes we thought to mold
because that was all we knew?
Your face no longer knows me
and I no longer think to call you
for we have gravely chosen not to
be
what we were meant to be
for you have turned and I have run
away from this
frozen point
this place
where we could have melted
and become one
dream
but we have not
for we are
gone
gone
gone
K?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
New moon
Last night I asked the angels
to show my love to me
to bring me to his splendor
awakened in my dream
Perched on the edge of a thick white cloud
I spread my wings and while calling out
you heard my song and then you came
and we danced across the sky
til
Morning's glory gently woke me
from my soft, green grassy nest
but she dared not take from me,
you, my greatest awakening
So I walked the path while the whispered
pleas wafted to me from the trees
The words, unclear, I could not hear
yet I knew they spoke of you, my dear
then
I ran through the streets
of this big, scary city
searching for you
in every nook and cranny
Scanning the faces of
each one in the masses and
Holding my breath til
each soul by me, passed
now
I wait tired in the light
on the corner in the night
Oh angels, hear my prayer
One more time- please take me there
Friday, August 2, 2013
Oh yeah
Every little yes
closer to freedom
deeper in love
farther from death
swelling in the sea of
cosmic entities;
swirling particles of joy
life's knowing little smile-
spinning faster
like a lit up toy top's
wonder, flickering little
lights
Yes
closer to freedom
deeper in love
farther from death
swelling in the sea of
cosmic entities;
swirling particles of joy
life's knowing little smile-
spinning faster
like a lit up toy top's
wonder, flickering little
lights
Yes
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wake up!
wake up you sleepy bear
wake up the morning’s here
the light shines through
that cracked old door
and sprays across the dusty floor
wake up Rumplestiltskin
wake up- this day is new
the coffee’s on
the eggs are done
the break-fast table waits for you
wake up, sleepy head
wake up before it's night
the sun is warm
outside we’ll run
wake up and feel the light
This one is 4 or 5 years old. I remember vividly how much it hurt to open doors for someone who had been sleeping, only to later walk right out of one of them. I suppose I did what I was supposed to do. :) I've been doing a little napping of my own, lately; I call it a cocoon. Guess I'll just let the sun dry my wings, stretch a bit, then fly away. I just hope I don't get eaten by a frog!
I want to thank you for lettin' me be mice elf again...
Lay on me your heavy
let me bathe in its newness
its ripeness and its fullness
let it lift me up
and make me something
more than I was thinking
that I would ever be
Let it make me...
let me bathe in its newness
its ripeness and its fullness
let it lift me up
and make me something
more than I was thinking
that I would ever be
Let it make me...
Friday, July 26, 2013
Who's hungry?
Carnivorous
Prowling the hills
solitary we hunt
for sustenance we scour the earth
Finding the kill
that pertinent fill
but rooting for pain we’re just hungry again
Rip it to shreds
mouth dripping with blood
Coming up for air, we have nothing to fear
Can you survive the stream
Of the blood that flows
Can you rip it to shreds, will you break bread with me
Will you wear the warm pelt
As we worship the sun
And peacefully slumber once the feasting is done
Can the warmth of our flesh
thaw the raw of our souls
Can the depth of our truths quench us, the hungry carnivores
As they lay in the dirt
our hearts beating aloud as
The pokes and laughter rise from the finger-pointing crowds
But we march to the beat, unwary and satisfied
Can you swim up the stream
Of the blood that flows?
Can you rip it to shreds?
Will you break bread with me?
Prowling the hills
solitary we hunt
for sustenance we scour the earth
Finding the kill
that pertinent fill
but rooting for pain we’re just hungry again
Rip it to shreds
mouth dripping with blood
Coming up for air, we have nothing to fear
Can you survive the stream
Of the blood that flows
Can you rip it to shreds, will you break bread with me
Will you wear the warm pelt
As we worship the sun
And peacefully slumber once the feasting is done
Can the warmth of our flesh
thaw the raw of our souls
Can the depth of our truths quench us, the hungry carnivores
As they lay in the dirt
our hearts beating aloud as
The pokes and laughter rise from the finger-pointing crowds
But we march to the beat, unwary and satisfied
Can you swim up the stream
Of the blood that flows?
Can you rip it to shreds?
Will you break bread with me?
Saturday, July 20, 2013
The great divide
We laud the rich colors of flowers
and rainbows and kittens
We enjoy big and small puppies
tall and short trees
Trees that give us fruit or
ones that shade us or help us breathe
are all necessary
Every fruit has nutritional value
and individual sweetness
Yet with people we have a hard time enjoying,
finding it easier to employ our differences.
Why?
and rainbows and kittens
We enjoy big and small puppies
tall and short trees
Trees that give us fruit or
ones that shade us or help us breathe
are all necessary
Every fruit has nutritional value
and individual sweetness
Yet with people we have a hard time enjoying,
finding it easier to employ our differences.
Why?
Friday, July 19, 2013
Zebras
Every time we draw a line we deepen the crease between the kinds-ness of man
none of whom were born to anything other than love.
Not the Native Americans
the African Americans
Irish
Italian
German
Men
WOmen
children
White people
Gay people
poor
rich
homeless
invisible
space aliens
god
or animal
It's life.
The minute that we decide to lay down assignations of hatred and just see things for what they are, we will step out of it. We've all been victims, all paid our prices. Let's just get the fuck out of here.
none of whom were born to anything other than love.
Not the Native Americans
the African Americans
Irish
Italian
German
Men
WOmen
children
White people
Gay people
poor
rich
homeless
invisible
space aliens
god
or animal
It's life.
The minute that we decide to lay down assignations of hatred and just see things for what they are, we will step out of it. We've all been victims, all paid our prices. Let's just get the fuck out of here.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
The road show
You were standing kind of far from me
what was in your hands could not be seen
The joy in your dance when your heart took flight
called my own heart to join you as I was swept up by your might
The child in me would not lay down when I
saw the light seeping from your crown
I built you a road to come here, close to me
but I guess I'm the one whose movement is needed
So show me your hand so that I may dance too,
for I know now, that light and love are (y)our truth
"Spread the Light!"
The most incredible gift for me, was that of a friend who stared into my eyes while telling me what a gift I am to the world. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that my laments about not being worthy of love are simply not valid. Love has not passed me by-it has just slipped in, in a way that I never thought to look for.
So most humbly I thank all of the creatures as well as the earth and the heavens, who have shown and shared their light with me. This is why we shine our lights-so that we can find our way. Thank you!
Sunday, July 14, 2013
DJ 07 14 13 Silly dreamer
When I woke up this morning everything was different. My brown skin was glowing, I walked on air down the hallway and the morning light seemed as if it was shining from a new direction.
Everything is quiet except for the giggling of the wild parrots outside my door. The air is so still as I see the pine tree branches reaching toward me. If I reach out to grab one, will I get what I dreamed of?
Maybe I'm not really awake yet.
Maybe I am.
Everything is quiet except for the giggling of the wild parrots outside my door. The air is so still as I see the pine tree branches reaching toward me. If I reach out to grab one, will I get what I dreamed of?
Maybe I'm not really awake yet.
Maybe I am.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Uggghhhh...
Love is
not the stealing of your breath
it's not the con-damn-ation of your soul
Love is not the loss of what you live for
it's not the healing of your holes (it's the gunk that fills them)
It's just a simple gift of all
that my humble heart yearns to give
it's simple and it's willing
it's not cumbersome or costly
Love is not... a four letter word
I'm so sorry you never knew what I meant. I'm so sorry you never wanted to give me what I needed. Ahhhhh...it's only love. Moving on... Maybe someday I'll understand, although I'm not sure that I want to.
not the stealing of your breath
it's not the con-damn-ation of your soul
Love is not the loss of what you live for
it's not the healing of your holes (it's the gunk that fills them)
It's just a simple gift of all
that my humble heart yearns to give
it's simple and it's willing
it's not cumbersome or costly
Love is not... a four letter word
I'm so sorry you never knew what I meant. I'm so sorry you never wanted to give me what I needed. Ahhhhh...it's only love. Moving on... Maybe someday I'll understand, although I'm not sure that I want to.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Hi Cuckoo
The sun does not rise
we do in
each incarnation
of love's light
in life's fine turnings
Form is senseless- a mere suggestion of terms dictated by one in an effort to convey to another what we mean. I choose often, not to be educated for knowledge can taint truth and lead us to believe in things such as the sun's rising or the moon's partiality. Some truths of others can open doors for us, but once we forget that we are the cosmos of all being, we are one with only darkness.
Why does Haiku have to be three lines? Go ahead...call me crazy...just don't try to make me believe it.
The end of the world
The birds' frolicking songs grow louder
Oh, it's going to be a beautiful day
Silently, I listen as your voice calms me
Guess it's time... I'm on my way
Thank you for the love you give me
Your strength- is always right here with me
This day won't be like any other
With me, your soul will surely hover
Be with me...
I know you'll be with me
Can you get this one for me?
Oh, it's going to be a beautiful day
Silently, I listen as your voice calms me
Guess it's time... I'm on my way
Thank you for the love you give me
Your strength- is always right here with me
This day won't be like any other
With me, your soul will surely hover
Be with me...
I know you'll be with me
Can you get this one for me?
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Don't forget to turn on the sprinklers!
Does the desert know anything about thirsting?
Does the sky stop to think to be blue?
Does the flower ever not choose to open?
Does my heart know how to not want you?
Can't stop the rain from falling
Can't dim the setting sun
We can cut the flowers into nothing
But what good is it to relinquish love?
Why do some people decide not to love? Is the fear that bad? Are they holding on to hurt? Or was the love they had not worth the trouble? Sometimes my body and soul are wrenched in pain because of my craving for love. I fall in love for micro minutes each time I entertain the thought of someone, as I try to be with their goodness. I can't stop crying anymore when I see that soulful love of couples-even if it's just on my television.
I can't wait for the flood where I will spin, dancing madly in its shower. Thank you.
Does the sky stop to think to be blue?
Does the flower ever not choose to open?
Does my heart know how to not want you?
Can't stop the rain from falling
Can't dim the setting sun
We can cut the flowers into nothing
But what good is it to relinquish love?
Why do some people decide not to love? Is the fear that bad? Are they holding on to hurt? Or was the love they had not worth the trouble? Sometimes my body and soul are wrenched in pain because of my craving for love. I fall in love for micro minutes each time I entertain the thought of someone, as I try to be with their goodness. I can't stop crying anymore when I see that soulful love of couples-even if it's just on my television.
I can't wait for the flood where I will spin, dancing madly in its shower. Thank you.
Splash!
Dream drops falling
between rays of splintered light
where there is no room for fear-
only love and warmth and kindness
Darkness steps aside
as there is no room for madness
midst the vibrations of the
angels' wings, their ethereal touch that dances
Time cannot be counted
when the rhythmic coursing beats
in to the the dance of timeless age
frenzied by the dreams we choose to need
Lost in time and lost in this space
holding firm in this enticing place
heart beating quickly as if in a race
to save my soul, my heart, my face
from losing once again
while dream drops splash about me
gently tapping out the unsung song
in the secret key of dreamy notions,
the ones that wake and woo me
While I was putzing in the front of the house this morning a neighbor walked by and thoughtfully reminded me (as he spied my withering fake grass), "Don't forget to turn on your sprinklers." I giggled at his silliness and thought of a different reminder to the contrary, which I never hear anymore.
between rays of splintered light
where there is no room for fear-
only love and warmth and kindness
Darkness steps aside
as there is no room for madness
midst the vibrations of the
angels' wings, their ethereal touch that dances
Time cannot be counted
when the rhythmic coursing beats
in to the the dance of timeless age
frenzied by the dreams we choose to need
Lost in time and lost in this space
holding firm in this enticing place
heart beating quickly as if in a race
to save my soul, my heart, my face
from losing once again
while dream drops splash about me
gently tapping out the unsung song
in the secret key of dreamy notions,
the ones that wake and woo me
While I was putzing in the front of the house this morning a neighbor walked by and thoughtfully reminded me (as he spied my withering fake grass), "Don't forget to turn on your sprinklers." I giggled at his silliness and thought of a different reminder to the contrary, which I never hear anymore.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Hope on a rope
For what did the coyotes call last night
what bellowing echo lingered there
what yearning whispered in the proud wolf's howl
and what magic erupted from the eyes of the owl
What dream remained in the lingering light
as day slipped away, fading into the night
There is nothing left but the memory of dreams
not even the will to be as it seems,
filled with desire
or maybe, to just slip away
what bellowing echo lingered there
what yearning whispered in the proud wolf's howl
and what magic erupted from the eyes of the owl
What dream remained in the lingering light
as day slipped away, fading into the night
There is nothing left but the memory of dreams
not even the will to be as it seems,
filled with desire
or maybe, to just slip away
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Hush, little baby...
Before time heals our wounds
time dulls the pain a little
Before the pain began to dwindle
we were crying in our sleep
and crying out in pain
Before we cried we bled
at least a little or maybe it
gushed from our veins
Before we screamed in agony
we were gutted by the mauling
of injustice and heartbreak
Yet before we were gutted
we fell quietly, wholly into
the point which broke us forever
But time will heal us
We no longer bleed
and the cries come only
so often
Just cry my weepy one
take all the time you need,
for time, it heals all wounds
I love you!
time dulls the pain a little
Before the pain began to dwindle
we were crying in our sleep
and crying out in pain
Before we cried we bled
at least a little or maybe it
gushed from our veins
Before we screamed in agony
we were gutted by the mauling
of injustice and heartbreak
Yet before we were gutted
we fell quietly, wholly into
the point which broke us forever
But time will heal us
We no longer bleed
and the cries come only
so often
Just cry my weepy one
take all the time you need,
for time, it heals all wounds
I love you!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
the red flip flops of wonder and greatness
All that greatness ever takes, is deciding that you're going to be. Whether in love, work, art, or nothingness...just choose it.
There's no place like home... (her tired dogs barked... :) ) I crack myself up
There's no place like home... (her tired dogs barked... :) ) I crack myself up
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Water works
If you stick a pin in a balloon the water does not trickle out. No, the whole thing bursts and the flood ensues.
Pent up emotions are a lot like an overfilled balloon which can burst from too much air, or explode when needled by painful truths.
Today's activities drained me. But I was ready for the letting. Pretty much begging to be beaten to death by it, so that I could start anew. What's the point in holding onto balloons anyway? All we do is worry about keeping them in our control, or watching them get away from us.
Pop the sucker and move on!
:)
Pent up emotions are a lot like an overfilled balloon which can burst from too much air, or explode when needled by painful truths.
Today's activities drained me. But I was ready for the letting. Pretty much begging to be beaten to death by it, so that I could start anew. What's the point in holding onto balloons anyway? All we do is worry about keeping them in our control, or watching them get away from us.
Pop the sucker and move on!
:)
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Deja hoo?
Oh let me be the one
Who fills and moves your sails
The one who thrills your senses
A love that never pales
Oh let me be the coupling
That conducts your flowing current
The pulse that beats and quickens
The one your yearning dream meant
My heart knew yours
So long ago
It might have been a dream
But then I saw your
Face once more
Among the living realm
Why don't you want to be the one
The one who’d die to move me
The one who craves this radiant vibe
That soothes your soul, completely
Oh won’t you be the kiss of g~d
Your lips upon my lips
My sweetest song, like heaven's touch
Strummed from your fingertips
Your heart knew mine
Before- I know
In a different place and time
When I saw your face in
this familiar place
I knew you’d soon be mine
Owl be waiting...
Owl be waiting...
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Soft as a baby's bottom
Can we diminish the polarities
between right and wrong
and float freely between
you and me
she and he
earth and sky?
Be well in the center
between black and white
pain and laughter
heaven and earth
dark and light?
If there was no ugliness, we would all just be beautiful.
between right and wrong
and float freely between
you and me
she and he
earth and sky?
Be well in the center
between black and white
pain and laughter
heaven and earth
dark and light?
If there was no ugliness, we would all just be beautiful.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
the Seven of Poetry
Speak your mind
and don't be afraid
of who's listening
or who isn't.
Open your heart
never fearing who
might come in or
who might leave.
Live in grace
in that place where
fear and pride cannot
taint your beauty
Sigh...this wasn't the actual message. It came to me in a dream which I will try to re-visit tonight. I wonder if we'll ever have DVRs -dream viewing repeaters implanted in us.
Tonight I will wish for an old dream as well as a new one. Who knows- maybe they are one and the same.
and don't be afraid
of who's listening
or who isn't.
Open your heart
never fearing who
might come in or
who might leave.
Live in grace
in that place where
fear and pride cannot
taint your beauty
Sigh...this wasn't the actual message. It came to me in a dream which I will try to re-visit tonight. I wonder if we'll ever have DVRs -dream viewing repeaters implanted in us.
Tonight I will wish for an old dream as well as a new one. Who knows- maybe they are one and the same.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
And if by a cultural problem, you mean that we live in two different worlds-I'll wave the white flag for the one where the theory and the impetus is to make things better for all. I want to live in a world where caring is the sword that fights for a unity, freedom and happiness for all. I'd rather have my taxes pay for happy children and parents and masses of families everywhere, than to stockpile gold bouillon for a select few who will never realize its value as a hoarder never enjoys its wealth.
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