Tuesday, May 4, 2021

chapter two ~ missing

 what is this place? 

this bardo of quiet

this palest endless plain 

every direction looks the same 

every breath electric 

broken 

searching for some token 

necessity 

apology 

where does the love go now? 

in this realm of quiet ... 



Monday, April 26, 2021

when it smells of rain when no rain is forecast

 it smelled of rain this morning 

through the darkness of an open window before dawn 

there it was 

that heady remarkable scent 

riding rising on the south wind 

opening cracks between time & need 

sticking there to pull 

to draw one aside into a well of 

morning wonder 

no forecast of rain 

only sun & warmth 

by the time the sun rises 

the smell has become a cardinal song 

and I have returned ...

smoke rising after the bonfire

to tell you of the sweep of sensations that take my breath these days 

how the green of grass carries a deeper green 

the sky is vaster 

the heart beats faster 

to tell you of opening the blue jar of multitudes 

-- their colors -- 

shapes -- 

and the weight of dust & shame 

-- relieved 

removed -- 

and

how loss cuts sharper 

longings departure 

wish I could tell of the sweetness of small hands 

and the brilliant love thrumming there 

(but you probably know that)

how as the sun breaks thru the west windows it 

brings 

a radiant moment's prayer 


look at how the wind scatters the blossoms of the apple trees 

to tell you ... 


 

Thursday, April 22, 2021

there and back again

 capricorn rising to a gemini sun

lake begotten overdone 

misplaced nuture 

storylines 

telephones & tomato vines 

daffodil streets 

white bread homes 

hopscotch across catholic bones 

be seen not heard 

between expectations 

palomino horse transformation 

deer visit amid winter's hesitation 

no mud 

no lotus 

perfection unknown 

grey sky morning 

coming home 




Thursday, April 8, 2021

reflection across two parallel mirrors

 the striations run east to west 

or perhaps they are west to east at this time of time 

all i know is the light pierces me 

seeping into my bloodstream 

following the pull of the trembling gravity of this moment 

light 

quarking & fracting & splitting into channels 

to 

land in my heart of a thousand suns 

to

carry the sky within 

Monday, March 22, 2021

at eight o'clock on a grey morning

 sitting next to the last dog 

drinking coffee against the dawn 

i suddenly become rain 

coming on softly 

then thunderous 

as birds sing of this promised day 

grey velvet spring 

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

breathing

 turn the corner 

     over the shoulder 

     the woolen weight of impossibility ribbons the sky 

turn the heart forward 

toward the sun of love