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!

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...

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

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
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

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

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

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...

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?

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

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

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...

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?

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?