And so it was..

I lost her by

The silver lakey

light of the moon

Even lost her

At blisteringly bright

high noon

And when she returned

By my curious flank

Se was changed

Different somehow

Strange

Her heart had matured

And taken full charge

Powerful, present, clear...

Yet not living large

She found peace

And ruled with wisdom

For all the personalities

In her kingdom

She’d made friends

With her thoughts

Emotions felt,

Not fought

When the sweet sun set again

She told me compassionately

Friend:

“I’ve come from distant lands

To share my craft, my art

Passionately making with knowing hands

Beauty in realms of Earth

Sowing seeds of understanding

Fertile souls

Awaiting

Rebirth..”

And so it was.

I became

One with her

And all

She does

Echo Chamber

This echo chamber 

Of thought

Reflects back

My ego

Creates walls with which

To orient

Itself

When I let these walls dissolve

When I let the voice silence

Fall in love with the beauty

Of its own silence

I find peace

Space

Complete connection with divine

Outside

These 

Self-reinforcing walls

Of my echo-chamber 

Pedastles of Truth

Galaxies spin

Across space-time

One fragmented snapshot

Of God’s great

Mystery dance-rhyme

Facts facts facts

Persist as though

They are heir to the righteous throne

And yet

Mystery of unknowing

Rules all

On its own

It doesn’t need high-backed chairs

Pedestales of soap

To declare

It’s righteousness of truth

Any common sleuth

Would sit upon them

and stare

In awe of her majesty

In awe of their insignificance

Of their facts

And yet

Still

We cling

To what we think we know

In favor of

Witnessing this genius

This mystery show

Let me paint it for you

With Words of Light

What happened to you

Never did

And did...

Depending

On your sight

Compilation of Poems Read

Stories.... Spinning Stories. Innocent Child. Transmuted. Artist's Hands. 

Innocent child

And then I saw

Her shine

A small

Child

Peering behind

Adultuated eyes

Emerald spheres 

A Mandala of Flecked

onyx spear tips

Circumnavigating those charcoal

Irises of God

What happened? 

I asked....

She told me lengthy stories 

Her life stories

Of piercing pain

Of Clenched marble

Upon iron jaws

Of fantastic fright

That caused deep 

Rivulets 

Of doubt

To form in her 

Experienced

Landscape Lenses

Of long and short love

Broken 

Fractured 

Awaiting repair

From The Glass-Maker

Of missing mom

And denying dad

Of her struggling search 

for meaning....

For God

Innocent child

Behind Adultuated

Amber onyx emerald 

Eyes

Rimmed brows 

Bows strung to sing

Songs yet born

I love you

As I love 

myself

I love you

As you are loved 

By God

Transmuted

These storm winds

Shake needles

Falling from the sky

Piercing my heart

As they float by

Dead and ready to return

They are shed

For the earth’s magic renewal

Any my heart

A pine-needle porcupine

No longer

Absorbs them

Transmutes into

Soft fertile earth

The kind of knowing

That fruit trees

Want to grow in

The kind of dirt

Roots can take hold of

The kind of earth

That radiates fire

from its center

This needle struck heart

Torn asunder by storm

Winds

Finally finds

Full acceptance and understanding

If it’s own

Earthly origin

The cat’s claws

Sparrows wings

And other things

Allow the voice

That the bird sings

She flits here

And flys there

Always

Without a lasting

Care

Death to her

Is a far off memory

Something to

Experience

When the cats claws

Are already upon her

How my wings

Too

Soar higher

And voice so much

Brighter

When the distant

Inevitable

dark panther claws

Are nowhere near

These thoughts

Of flitting, flying

And singing

Perfect

My perfect star

so distant you are

Loving, radiating

lighting my way

home

Yet

I can never reach you

on this human scale

these fleshy orbs

sitting so patiently

riding tides of thought

are blinded

to your intricacy

And still,

you guide me

Perfect

un-reachable

horizon

liminal space

between infinity

and home

my true north

perfect

in all conditions

of perfect

such a lofty goal

so unattainable

I thank you

for shining the way

I continue to strive

mimic your perfection

best as

fleshy orbs

riding thought tides

can see

fit

to do

Walking alone

Walking alone

in silence

i find

peace  

Tides of Breath

Remeberance

Is its own knowing

A coming

And going

These tides

Of Breath

That continue

Beyond

Our death

Mountains

I’d like to feel

As

Though

I’m doing it right

Whatever it is

As right as I can

And let that be good enough

And then I cry

Mountains of tears

Shedding my false fears

They were a mirage

Salty desert landscape

That jumped up

To pretend

To be

My savior

And now

I see merely

Horizon

Sand

And isn’t it beautiful

When wet

With

My own

Mountains of tears

Sinking

Sliding

Deeper

To nourish

The earth

With their majesty

Of truth

ThisWay and That

Rustling

Inside

Waiting

Watching

I abide

Windy wiry

Time

Floods my being

And I watch

Currents

Pull me

This way

And

That

Thisway and that

Then,

Woosh!

Hello Earth

Body

Thank you

Artist's Hands

Delicate,

Intricate

Hands

The kind of hands

That

When alone

Ponder

What they’re going to create

Next

All on their own

Hand-self

She had those hands

Veins

blue ridges

Mountains of captivating curiosity

Awaiting an avid climber

to

Visit

Finger tips

Sensor pads

Of

wonderment

Explaining to her hands

In words

Made no sense

Unless they came

From the point

Of a pencil

Or

The softness

Bristling from

Wooded-brush

Transforming vision

Into visions

Power surged

In them

Hydroelectric

Fueled

As if

By rushing snowmelt

Of ten thousand generations

Teachers

Artists

Ancestors

Artists hands

She had

Healers hands

Hands that found

the crevices

Because they so

clearly

Understood

The

Texture

Of

Mountains

Stories... spinning stories

We are learning

On our way

Riding toward

The

razor-thin horizon

As this amber sun

Falls spinning

This lover moon

Rises fierce

Smashing velvet black

Night

With her presence

Again

Chasing each other

Around the

Corporeal Earth

Seemingly

Endless

And yet

Different

Stories

Alight

Upon every

Whispering

Breeze

AND then I slept

And then,

In this dream

I slept

And I dreamed

Silence

I dreamed Rest

I dreamed the space between dreams

That nourishes

And gives life,

To all dreams.

Letting free

When I wake

And feel my bones

Stack

To the earth

She says hello

Did you sleep well!?

Dream of me,

Your lost forgotten lover

I don’t mind

that you leave me

every night

To visit some other

Worldly lover

Just happy you

Return

Every morning

To dance

With me

Again

I will sing, Their song

When the fall winds

Send ripples

Shock-waving

Across

This still cobalt ocean

She sings

With ticklish delight

What are these

Sweet sensations

Upon my silken

Skin?

What thought patterns

Are crossing my horizon

This crisp sunny morning?

How they dance!

I will sing

This song

my interpretation  

deeply welled  

from within  

a reflection  

of  

Their rippling pattern

Playing on my

Ocean skin

Dream symbols...

Believe

In yourself

And your paths open

To infinite possibilities

Share

A love

With someone

And your heart

Opens

To Greatness

Believe

This world

Is good
And it Is

I love you

Too

What is it to love?

And what is it to love

But to put yourself

In their shoes

To be ready to accept

All that is

To be willing to look deeply

At your own wounds

And share

Your knowing

What is it to love

But to hold

space

For others

And what is it to be whole

But to realize

‘They’ are me?

To judge

Comes from fear

To love

Comes from knowing

May these words

Transcend 

And penetrate

Your being

For greater knowing

To arise. 

Dancing on mother’s back

The Earth

Ripples

As my soles lay their fleshy

Soft sensor mats

Tenderly upon her back

Seeking, sensing, listening

Softly

Gently

To what she has to share

What vibration is true for her this expanding moment?

As we dance together,

Mother and child embraced

She carries me so effortlessly

Upon her infinitely strong back

Along with 7 billion other siblings

And each one,

She speaks to

Each one

She carries

Each one

She loves

A child borne

Of her fertile womb

And Heavenly Light

Yet,

These symbols

Fail

To capture it all

To capture the radiance

Of feeling loved

Dancing

On our mother’s

Back.