September 26, 2016



Cricket points to space

Trees sway sleep

July 28, 2014

Freed Fireflies final



Illusory veils

Blankets upon the mind

Capturing up moments

imprisoned fireflies

Heed the warmth of flicker-flame

As awareness becomes fire

Fuel for the journey

Coals of desire



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In the depths

February 12, 2014


Telling a story made of lies

to bring about awe and surprise

Does the three seconds of laughter justify

the ingrained solicitation?

Now that the crowd has lulled

what next will be revealed

to fulfill ones’ empty need?

Or is it just the opposite?

Is it a covering over of the uncertain and the unknown?

For true death comes from surrendering the cyclic process of thought.

Pushing away all discomfort and uncertainty; aggression

Pulling and grasping that which makes a sense of security; passion

Endlessly oscillating, thinking it will bring about happiness; ignorance

Is it not below the current where stillness brings about clarity?

In the darkness; the disorientation; the fear…

In the depths where stainless love has always been.


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 touch
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

Still places

January 30, 2014

Fix the light bulb at night

sampling midnight air just right

fur-covered explorers striding elegantly about

while skin speaks with eloquence


Red, red embers attract the wind

the end of death, breathing begins

bright blue lover with a beautiful caress

emptiness granting romance


Altering to remain the same

counting cracks on the ceiling again

flow of heat showing all the lost places

flow of love, perfected spaces


Flowers bend a knee

notes made of dreams

a time without memory

a place made to feel




All to be

January 14, 2014

To sit in silence;

slowing down

thoughts losing speed

even more importantly, losing substance


Allowing all to be as is;

the tense neck

the fear of the unknown

the unassigned love


To walk as human;

to feel a heavy heart

experiencing uncertainty

knowing all is fleeting

quiet mind

October 30, 2013


Hanging in the shadows,

mind worn from playing ego’s games;

happy sad, good or bad …

the silent company you provided

was everything I needed.

The Three Lords

March 22, 2012

Which to wear?

Hmmmm…. Who will I see today?

This outfit speaks of wealth. I’ll be comfortable and fit in.

Wait… later, I’ll be seeing so and so…
Maybe I should bring a change of clothes?
Yes, this one will do. 
It speaks of logic and wisdom. All will know I have the answers.

But what if I run into someone else along the way?
What will they think of me today?
I’ll prepare another change.
Ahhhh… perfect! This one shows my watchfulness; constantly alert.

Ahhh screw it…
I’ll go naked
for a change.

Inspired by “Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism” by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche

This is my house

September 19, 2011

This is my house

I will not dust and tidy it up

Nor shall I leave weary lamps lit for someones’ chance stopping in

The paint is cracked and worn, but time will do that; it is natural

     I will not apologize if it does not fit in, does not function to your standards or if the appearance is lacking “happiness”

   It is filled with all sorts odd things that you will not approve of

   Things that surely will offend, petrify, terrorize and most certainly chip away

at your sensible, civilized ego

     But it is also filled with wonders from all the ages

     Things that human beings have desired from their birth of consciousness

     Stories that will inspire, swoon and swell a forgotten heart

     Caverns of darkness and unexplored fathoms of time and space

You are always welcome here, my dear friend

But just remember one thing;

This is my house


May 25, 2011


Striving to multiply

the brilliance of the sun

while our energy binds

the beauty of the night.

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