Wednesday, July 11, 2018


the color of wanting 
verdant set against a swath of azure-dome 
there is movement & morning 
touch & go 
this life not embroidered upon the bone 
but set afire in the longing 
leaf set afloat in a mountain stream 
river rocks my home 
blue jays realm 
to rest in love's welcome gloam 

lost becomes found

divinity exposed in chameleon waking
as tannins pool from the crack of this tangerine morning 
somewhere in 1972, self was tucked behind a ethan allen sofa 
lost to dust motes & decay 
remembered not at all
widens the crack 
days & nights ....brushed to being 
removed & remarked upon 
dust is polished to a shine replete with diamonds
matter transformed settles and becomes her heart
no mask, no chameleon shifting 
bowling green to evergreen to sapphire blue 
throw the chameleon to the fire 
hold-fast to this tenuous thread of now 
hello cherry-amaranth heart

Thursday, June 28, 2018


i have found a bolt of cotton to wrap about me
between bones & blood
along the meridian lines
tucked against a saffron dawn
muggy & dense this day
as i sit insulated by this renouncing
this suffrage pressed & pounded

the softest things are the hardest to penetrate

did you know the first desserts were candies of raw honeycomb & dates

( i agree with you )
maybe it's in the knowledge of both:
the customary & the confection
that lets us consider the potatoes & the pie
wholeness is found in their contrast
the m.c.escher of it all--how while examining one thing
you suddenly realize
something else lies there beyond that line--
no negative space
both equally important in their own unique way
the grace & glory of the everyday vs. the stuff of dreams
black & white
shadows & light
the honey-bee to the frog
the box of paints to shades of grey
the bruise & the blush
dinner to dessert
coming to love the contrast in life & love has defined the beat of my days
learning patience
how to fold myself inside out
tethering myself to the expected with a warrior's sense of obligation
the desire to be present
to the role, the rules & the respect to this place called comfortable

( which is only so ... )

all the while knowing that no one ever learns or grows in that place called comfortable
no one ever takes mighty cosmic leaps while in stasis
on the edge between the contrast is where the real journey begins
where bone becomes a blossom & where trust becomes a golden blade of sunshine
-- an apt description--
having to get to the other side & to love regardless
to risk playing the fool
to risk ego & significance
to love
through the stillness & the reality
excavating to the core of tangible while knowing there are things we can not see
and trusting that beam of truth
trusting the almost inhuman intimacy that wraps our moments in blue
trusting the pull, the surrender, the acceptance, the taste
the heat & the snow
trusting the contrast
the mystery
where wholeness lies...
obligation & release
shadows & light
fire & air
earth to sky
dinner to dessert

in the box of paints

296 days

these voilet-ringed hours
fierce & far-flung
missing becomes thunderous
in direct proportion to the tangerine yearn
lines erase

love remains the same ...

Friday, June 8, 2018

prayer #60718

there could be more equanimity
more amethyst mornings & feathered things
wish i could hum away the clouds that obscure
joy from your mind
wish there were no poverty
of things that darken & blind
wish there were no disparity
of perspectives shadowbox lines
golden echoes rising
slumber sweet surprising
breezes tempered
waters stilled

We come with diamonds rough--hidden
buried along sinew & bone
we strive for what is forbidden
nobody knows
the one thing more that
will break us
bend us
make us ...

Oh Child of the Stars
of what & who we are;
we are of
sky & night
tender green roots
in flight
vessel & spark
blue jay calling amongst the trees
a leaf
of dust
and trust

love the wish


Thursday, June 7, 2018

of stasis & steps ...

i am moved by rainfall
courted by lilacs
discussed by leathered gypsies around campfires
fired up at dusk amongst aspen & age
embers burning the silk of our resistance
distance lies only in the disconnect
dormant is the dream in direct proportion to wakefulness
ease into this summer fire
ease into allowing the possible
love is only as small as your container:
dance with the morning
taste the rain on your tongue

be still