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, 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

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

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?

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




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...

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






Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Can

you

hear

me?

Can you hear

anything?

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
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...

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....

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.

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!