Death
She calls me
Cradles me
In her crushing grip
Enabling these pulverized bones
To crumble
To return
To their mutable self
Their earthly Origin
And then
Birth
A new me
Young, Fresh, Wise
Carrying holographic images
Spray painted with knowing
Of a past self
Of a self racked by pain and fear
A self that now understands
How to move
Deftly
Magically
By a navigation system
A voice
That is not alone
A voice that is ‘no voice’
A voice that Is
With a capital ‘I’
Some days
Are just days
Just gifts from God
Laughing at us
With us
Shooting arrows into our necks
So we might awaken
To his mystery
Deeper
Let go
A little more
And find him
Waiting
To show us our own beauty
In His
story
This path
The one you’re on
Is The Path
The bumps
The bruises
The sticks in your toes
Those hurt places
Are the vessels
The containers
The manuscripts
The classrooms
Where God instructs his Pupils
The distance between
Hurt
And Understanding
Is the place
God carries
All His
Children
In blankets
Of patient
Love
Crazy
You make me crazy
So much energy
Coursing thru this flesh
What to do!
Just my best
And then I fall
Deeper into love
With my crazy self
Radiance of heaven
So below
As above
Stillness pierces my soul
A level deeper
That makes me more Whole
A splash of understanding
That ripples all around
A wave of knowing
A heart spring wound
Tick tock!
Unwinding my past
Layers of shame
Sloff off
My mouth aghast
At what I believed
Once held to be true
That I was wrong
You were right
It made me so blue
Now I see clearly
That we are all meant to be
Dancing, singing, accepting
All the stories
We call ‘me’
We call ‘you’
Ebb and flow
Push and Glide
Enjoy the ride
Fill me in
With your wisdom
Let me be your master
And your servant
Enable these hands
To do your bidding
And I will embrace
All Your children
With love
God danced
On my pillow
Last night
She sang in my heart
Sad songs
Of forgotten lovers
On strange sands
Distant memories
Woven
With experience strands
I held her tune close
Listened carefully
Embraced, expanded
To receive Her gifts
Of sweet release
Such sweet memories
Bubbled Forth
Amplified by Grace
Finally,
I
Understood
their place
Only for an instant
Did I awake
Brilliant Light emerged
From skies illuminated with unreal
Fuchsia lenses
Hyperbole of the sky
Cannons of God Love
Ripples of ecstasy atop cloudformed delight
Then,
It passed
A distant mentor
Remembered fondly
Etched behind my cerebellum
In electric dreams
Of sunrise
Across the Pacific
I’d like to take you on a journey
Inside
Come, where warm rain gently falls
Inside your body hologram
Skin a vast empty shell
Where rain, gently fell
It’s really cloud Confetti
Celebrating all
That you’ve accomplished
All that you will become
Come
Sit by the hearth
The throne of your soul
Sitting atop your blazing heart
Warm thoughts
Of love, of knowing, of acceptance, of fire
Emanating forth from your special friend-Center
Inside
You ballon animal skin
A vessel of God’s bidding
A vessel of creative sinning
Let it be
What it will be
And then, open ancient eyes
And
See....
Forgive
And what is it to forgive
To see another’s wounds as your own
To love and know your own hurt
To appreciate it as the past
The deepening, the quickening pulse
Of life’s precious gifts
These emotional expanses
Creating our brilliant landscape portraits hidden within
I know I can’t carry your hurt
That is yours alone to carry
Your portraits
On your walls
However, I can carry You
With kindness in my heart
With knowing of my own brilliant landscapes
The shape and texture of my own hurts
Loved into Art, into acceptance, into me, and into God
Sparkles fly thru the Air
And what does it mean to not care
Memories a distant past
Looking back thru the looking glass
Passing time spirals left and right
Now is the time to get it all down inside
I heal me
I heal you
We all are one
Passing lights beyond the sky
Beyond the beyond
We never die
Just return to a place familiar
A place of love
Distant shores of dancing sand
Sparkling lights
And welcoming hands
The Light
She burst forth
A ramble of beauty inspired by her life
And then she explained
Holly shit!
I love you!
That’s it!
Kindness emanating from her radiant center
She laughed out loud,
How did I not know this before?
And then
She collapsed
A pool of tears
Tears of relief
Tears of sadness
Tears of understanding
And tears
Of love
They brushed their tails
Along wooded bark
Claws digging in
Supple green spring
Bounces rippled the space
Destined for their cobalt eyes
For their ivory white fangs
And their target
Combat pursuit engaged
A fresh new juicy tip
Paws sink in along iridescent
Pine bark
Spanish moss hanging wistfully nearby
Watching
Teeth begin mawing
A biological chainsaw
sunlight, earth and water powered
The same fuel of its target
Half way thru
Two thirds...
Drop
Plummeting 76 feet to the straw-Laiden matt
A bailarina in her green tutu
Spirals down flipping like a high-diver
As she makes her gravitational descent
Softly to the forrest floor
Paloooshhh
Landed
The Forrest Tender
Secured many meals
For its offspring
Next spring
God and I are on a nickname basis
I hear
I say, “God…”
He says, “Yeah, Whats up dude?”
I never knew he was so versatile in language,
Makes sense
Blend with the Air
Expand into space
Dissolve into earth
Melt into now
You
Are a Pebble
Dropped in the still pool of infinite time
Concentric cobalt blue ripples
Echoing outward to the beyond
What waves you make!
Such beauty you create!
In Stillness within the center
Of that splashing moment
You may find
Many friends
Smiling too
When the light enters your crown
And flows down
Roots spring forth
Remembrance of your plant ancestors genes
Fractal geometry pulses alive
While bright fields jump and dive
Fluid energy rushes in
To heartspaces
Welcoming Yin
Let us pray
With devotion and joy
To all that shines
light on this playful toy
You are vast
The skies can’t contain
All your refrains
Let them see
All you intend to be
As the sun on this shimmering sea
And let the All
Take your hand
Emptying your bags
Soft feet on solid land
She lays her radiant mane
Golden orange flames fanning
A Delta of locks
Next to my pillow
Rosy budded Nipples
Erect with pleasure
Poised for more
Blissful floods overtaking
Yet, she is dreaming.
Pleasure predicted
Remembered
Waking in fields of poppies she grasps at their straws
Fingers caressing their morning dew
Ah, the famous field
Beyond ideas
Beyond right and wrong
I see golden poppies
Shimmering amidst waves of wind
Oceanic thought landscapes
Her summer dress hiked up to her womanly hip
To feel riots of poppy hands massage
Her thighs
Mystery and mischief held in glimmering eyes
Spontaneous dance erupting from within
Playful creation itching to begin