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.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Hush little baby, don't say a word

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.



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 matters
most 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?


Most of the questions that we ask never get answered.

But how about if we ask them anyway?

Someday, someone will. Right?

Your rapier wit

There is just ONE line
what IS
and what IS not.

A subtraction of belief,
a withdrawal of faith,
removing what is not to be believed.

any things which we have foolishly sought to

)(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

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

The warmth of day rises as steam
Pressing itself against me, binding and taunting me
Could this be
my hunger once again?

The night knows me well

Darkness calls my name

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


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

Monday, August 5, 2013

Horton hears who?


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

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
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
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.

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
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

but we have not
for we are




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
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
 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
 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