February 6, 2014
Are these grooved things not fit for better things?
They that tell a lifetime
Speak of evolution
Are they to be employed by illusion?
Twisting and turning
Bending and burning
Forging and fusing particles of the past
This dust cannot take form once more
And if this Vegas show would once more perform
surely its sights and sounds would betray
These distant images arise not from depths of clarity
But are summoned by the minions of longing
How true the air is striking the skin, now, at this perfect hour
Waste no more and wash these gifts at last
Let dust be dead as it is
Are these hands meant for disabled clutching?
For enduring the ritualistic death that fear brings about?
Let joints breath again and open to the world
Sounding pulsing instruments of awakened life
These beautiful extensions of love and gentleness;
To reach out
To pull oneself and also another upright into liberating posture
How true they move when the heart pulsates through these veins
How true the air is striking skin, now, at this perfect hour
August 24, 2016
Heart smile, eyes gleaning
She wants only to rest in love
August 19, 2016
I am blessed
August 12, 2016
Sudden creaking door
Natural smell, sudden smack
Merton beneath trees
August 7, 2016
Time seems stretched somehow
Playing each moment sweetly
I remember this
September 23, 2015
May 28, 2015
It’s so easy to see it.
To feel the damp, soft leaves…
smell the sharp, fall air,
clearing away all thoughts.
2 am chocolate.
Midnight rain…emphasizing the silence.
Somewhere deep in a dark forest,
we will sleep like cats.
March 26, 2015
Of all the wanted things,
my only, is
to say goodnight
October 30, 2014
Finding. A hidden poem in your pocket during work….all the things I’ll never say
August 16, 2014
he lay there thinking
he is aware of the over thinking
and chooses to sit in the silence of the dark morning
breathing in, seeing the confusion, feeling the onslaught of emotions
breath and awareness separated by concept
candle flicker and nature dual
her breathing becomes the lesson
of letting go
the hips fall forward
allowing the channel to open
for a second he analyses
“Let go: it’s OK. Just, let go..”
Some would say he forgot his surroundings
and fell into another state.
Maybe found a higher plane…
Yet, he simply made peace with this time and place.
And as she dreamed, hoped and slept,
August 8, 2014
erasing all thoughts
for a moment I was there
kissed by its’ breeze
The crisp, moist fallen leaves
clinging to the bottom of my jeans
everything so simple