Nature, Art and Poetry

Lilies at Dusk

2012-01-16T16:14:00.001-08:00

Warm and glowing
lilies at dusk
catch the last rays
of the sun
and reflect them back
toward the seer
who looks with
uncharted eyes.

Depths abound
when no one is watching
when we are not
blinded by our own eyes
when our hearts open
and the witness
holds no limits
nor directs the view.

Tai Chi

2011-12-26T12:26:00.000-08:00

Catching the next wave
I breathe in —
letting it inform me,
take my body elsewhere.

Slowly arms raise
never separate
all things connected.

Centered
steady, yet moving
alive.

Standing still is never still.
Adjustments, undoing
breathing out to the forest
in again to my core.

The air moves
making room
for my arms to take its place
flowing gently
with the nuance of form
which allows it all
to sing.

Night Life

2011-11-28T21:32:00.001-08:00

Darkness falls
like a womb encasing me,
a blanket of care
in the nurturing sky
amid a symphony
of hidden creatures.

The ground calls me
to touch it, relax on it.

Fear slowly leaves
like earthworms
abandoning the hot sun
in search of
damp warm places.

The mystery above
shares its connections
with thousands of years
of recorded history,
sparkles forming shapes
stretching perception.

Images come alive
as the yin of the night
caresses me
challenging my inherent numbness
and something inside softens
as if for the first time.

Being Night

2011-11-08T16:20:00.000-08:00

Sands of wind and time
rush through my face
as if I'm not there.
Only the shallow crawl
of a snail can
withstand the blow.

Others trek through
the desert finding corruption
that sinks down
into the unending grit.

The night air
doesn't sting anymore.
The moon — a nurturing orb —
holds out her hand
and guides me
through the day
into night
into day
as I advance toward
my highest good

no longer following
and, yet,
no longer lost.

Art

2011-10-06T23:49:00.000-07:00

This is art.

It is not what you see
on the page in front of you
or on the corner street
advertising itself.
It is not tucked away
in museums
or made to be paid for.

It is here
in the way we live
in the thoughts that arise.
Every time we
get out of our way
and let our soul shine through
this is art.

Every breath that
leaps out of our body
to entangle with the world,
everything that surrounds us,
replenishes us, advances us,
every sunrise, sunset,
moon glow, starburst,
wild fruit, butterfly.
This is art.

We live in luxury
surrounded and are part of
the greatest creation —
this luminous world.
When we see it with clear eyes
and feel it with an unencumbered soul
this is a masterpiece
and we are all players.

Erosion

2011-09-17T00:06:00.000-07:00

Surrendering to erosion

time takes its toll.

Mornings stiffer than

they used to be

hair thinner

lines more prominent.

A gentle merging

me and life.

I feel closer

to the flowers

the outside calls

inside stirrings.

Every gnaw in my stomach

a reminder

I am human

and fallible

and mundane.

In collaboration with death

I see the passing of the years

rein in on me

opening me up

to the collaboration with life

which fills my every cell

and expands me

into the wildness

of existence.

I open the windows of my soul

to the whims of the day

as new adventures unfold

and I, a wisp in the wind,

trust to erosion

giving life to my very being

and joyfully enter

the day.

Translucence

2011-08-15T00:29:00.000-07:00

Like rainwater
falling into a stream bed
I gather evidence
from the soul world
to uncover who I am.

Pockets of knowledge
open up to me
like voices inside
calling me to my true self.

Afloat, I wonder
what is real —
who is this conversation with?
Alas — details don't matter.
I ride the crest
and see through illusions
as best I can
knowing the inner world
can speak more truth
than my mind controlling
what's below.

I tread my path slowly
being open
just open
simply open.

I Am Here

2011-07-25T17:03:00.000-07:00

And then it happens
suddenly, it seems,
I am here.

In the cocoon of my making
in the bed I have chosen
in the midst of plants, soil and tears
in the rising of the sun
I am here.

I am here
in the dreadings of the day
in the waning of the moon
in the snow tops
the landslides
the bugs.

Life opens the door and lets me in,
far from anything I have done
and, yet, I am here.

Where land meets water
I am here
where sky bends down for me to touch
I am here
where fluid becomes solid and solid melts
where ruins turn into shrines
where walls transform landscapes
where trees curl and snarl
I am here.

Where love falters
I am here.
In its daily doings I sit and listen
absorb, sometimes too much.
Going within softens my soul
gives me time to replenish
to face the world again.

For all its ups and downs
cowardice and heroic acts
love woos and invites me in.
My walls are only stumbling blocks
stopping me along the path
I cower and crawl into my cave
but I don’t reside there.

Journeying

2011-07-07T08:01:00.000-07:00

In this vast world
of entrances and exits
we exist in limbo.

The journey carries us
over rugged mountains
swift rivers
choppy seas.

The life boat remains afloat
the blessings are there.

Visions get crushed
dreams get saturated,
coddled.
Some lead in false directions.

Yet, we carry on knowing
we cannot walk away
from our shadow.
Darkness does not dim it
nor can light fade it away

but hidden in the gray zone
wanting to be seen
waiting to be discovered
is the guide to help us find
our true way home.

Inside You

2011-06-19T08:49:00.000-07:00

Conceived from love
I had nothing to do
but grow.

Inside your womb
you kept me warm
and comfortable
feeding me, filling me
with your essence.

You sat touching your belly
I felt your singing
his, too, as he
reached out to be with me.

And when I kicked
everyone wanted to
feel me move!
Such passion surrounding
my being there.

All this wonder
All this joy
How is it
that I could forget?

Two Worlds

2011-06-08T00:03:00.000-07:00

Walking the mystical path
with practical feet
I delve in and record
swooping into depths
I cannot reach alone.

Led to the underworld
with pomegranate seeds
in my hand,
the promise of spring
pulls me back up
toward the sun.

Here I soak in the light
and deliver what my heart knows
No longer bound
to the fire and fury
of getting it right
I cradle what comes forth
and unleash it to the world.

Beckoned by the
call of the wild
this new territory
is fresh and free
radiant and humbling
soothing and sacred
as I tread lightly
to not disturb
new growth.

A Break from the Rain

2011-05-18T22:02:00.000-07:00

Like the shedding of snake skin
my ego peels away
making room for my soul
to blossom.

This gentle unfolding
creates a base to live by.
Connected to the whole
I feel rooted, yet free —
realness expressing itself.

My soul searches
for other exposed souls
as naturally as my ego
can pinpoint other egos at work
like thorns released in the air
looking for places to land.

Ground water turns into mist
as the sun breaks through
the clouds this morning.

Trust

2011-05-09T20:19:00.000-07:00

You birthed me into being
like you birthed everything else.
Oh, wild, miraculous thing.

You open your arms
to greet me
share me with all the rest.

You show me that
flowers bloom every spring
the sun rises every dawn
and darkness comes every night

as if building a trust
that takes lifetimes to see
or a second to know

yet dissolves in our minds
as soon as we can't prove you exist
or that you'll still be there
when we die.

Rooted

2011-04-27T21:38:00.000-07:00

Beneath the horizon
a low-lying vision
stretches before me.
This is where I live now.

Here I am connected
rooted in the lost arts
rooted in the mystery
that lies
just below view.

Wisdom soaks in
like a blanket
in the rain
releasing mist
when the sun
bares all.

Shoots send roots down
as buds push
toward the sky.
Every blossom
is my blossom.

Come dawn
I will rise again
and not feel
so alone.

The Wellspring

2011-04-15T16:32:00.000-07:00

Are someone else's hands
craftier than mine?
Is someone else's line
my line?
Another's circle
my emblem of eternity?

Is it their color
I want to match,
their vigor and poise?

Dangling in front of me
is my own conversation
My own high wire
to jump.

Here is my own fate to follow
My own soul to guide me
to the edge of the wellspring
where newness
beckons me to enter
and indulge in the great offerings
of life mixed with
age, masters and musings

and trust that the path
is already there
and all I have to do
is meet it halfway.

Flowering

2011-04-01T22:45:00.000-07:00

Infused, I am,
with the spirit of life
coming through me
to be me.

Together we vibrate
at the threshold.
Resisting no more
freedom comes from
living at this peak.

Like flowering trees
in their ecstasy
showing all
I learn from the
innocence of clarity
developing my awareness
to include me
as I am one with nature
and a pure act of beauty
too.

Yes

2011-03-17T22:57:00.000-07:00

Embedded in the mystery
is the one thing
I cannot unravel
dissect or tear apart —
it is my soul
saying 'Yes'

Through the chaos
contortions
digressions
my soul speaks to me
and I have followed it
not always knowing why.

To this day, 'Yes'
has obliged me to stay
and devour the doubt
the scrooge
the unknowing one
the one not wanting
to look so deeply
the one not wanting
to open up and share.

My soul knows
to repeat this to me
time and again
till I fully embrace
and trust it —
to follow 'Yes'

and here I am.

Launched

2011-03-08T21:06:00.000-08:00

Burning fire —
I step into you
boldly unknowing
where you will lead.

Though you try
to humble, confuse and
mock me
I walk your coals.

Who am I, you say,
to know my soul
to show my trivial self
to think others care?

Like those who have
forsaken you before,
I take a step
into the madness
into the dream
into the blunder.

Your rising flames
surround and scorch me
even torment me
but leave no exit
anymore.

Another Kind of Love

2011-02-14T09:39:00.000-08:00

Is not a flower
opening its beauty
to win the bee
who takes her nectar
to make honey,
love?

Is not the worm
who takes refuse
into his body
and turns it into humus
for the soil,
love?

Is not the man in the moon
watching us
in his magical way
changing form daily
yet always reliable,
love?

Is not a people
trying to set themselves free
after generations of
struggle, poverty
and hardship,
love?

When I see life like this
the love in me
can't help but be
part of the cycle

And I fall
madly in love
with the world
every day.

On A Day

2011-01-19T22:46:00.000-08:00

On a day like this
when the sun wakes me to newness
birds chirp and feed their young
the ground swells with dew
and earthworms find food

On a day much like this one
when flowers unfold to greet the sky
a baby cries
men gather trash
and machines whine

On a day like today
when kids go to school
or stay home and play
people find new jobs or lose them
stocks rise or fall
countries are at peace or at war

On a day not unlike today

On a day
I wake up and feel a fresh breeze
On a day
my heart pumps blood through my body
On a day
I love life just like I do today

I will die.

Love

2010-12-29T20:26:00.000-08:00

Love turneth me around
and sobers me
Wakens my soul
to dance again.

Gliding through nature
with no need to stop
I am free of control,
demands
Able to move
in all directions at once.

Love cometh over me
and swims me
out of darkness
No longer searching,
wanting.

Of all the things
I've asked for
this one shines above

Taking me home
shattering, breaking,
tearing me
along the path

To arrive here
unscathed now
and loyal.

Cultivating Soulfulness

2010-12-08T21:03:00.000-08:00

On the edge of aloneness
i don't look down
i simply wait

wait for solitude
to overtake me
to jolt me, awaken me
into the other

there
at the precipice of my existence
i stumble
not knowing what to do next

listen:
frogs croak
water tumbles
rocks crumble

immersed in nature
i follow the seed planted in me
twisting and turning

growing in ways
i cannot imagine.

Another Awakening

2010-11-02T09:31:00.000-07:00

The rebel in you
energizes
the rebel in me.

That long-removed
satisfied, carefree
sleeping rebel of mine.
I feel it stirring.

Yes —
that gut-wrenching music
of your rebel
has invaded me
shaken and reminded me
there are other ways
to live.

And though I am beyond
my teenage years
I do still have
memories
and desires
and lusts.

And while I know
your rough waters
are alive in me
I also know
my still waters
are alive
in you.

Daily Practice

2010-10-20T12:38:00.000-07:00

I fell into my own life today

guided by a growing need
to change my pace
to appreciate my days
and surroundings
to dance with the wind
dread nothing
open to pleasure

Softness ensues
as worlds open
and I fall between the cracks

perhaps not to come up
for a while.

Feline

2010-10-01T07:45:00.000-07:00

Wild beast

in my arms
cat untended

I want to tame her
comb her
fuss with her

Finding more
places to hide
she will share
none of these
trivialities

She is happy
to leave me
hairballs
in exchange for
pure love.

Deeper

2010-09-20T21:44:00.000-07:00

Come home
to your soul.

This temporary world
will only lead you to the edge
Nothing will get you
past this one:
Your desire
to know that place
deep within.

The ground
is not here
to walk on
It is a thin layer
to cross.

Slip through
into the underworld
the belly
the place you long to be
where wisdom dwells.

Go naked.

Layers

2010-09-13T08:55:00.000-07:00

This time

there are no rules

Only that deep longing

you can no longer suppress:

To live your one true life.

Lost as you may be

Lost as you may become

the descent

into your soul

is the only way

to find yourself again.

The deeper you go

the more truth you unfold

the wiser your journey

the clearer your path.

The sun

is infinitely patient

as the moon

guides you now

through the layers

of discovery

that will determine

how bright your light

will eventually

shine.

Merged

2010-08-26T10:17:00.000-07:00

Slipping into the stream
I sit by water’s edge
drained of thought
and activity
as if melted
into moistness

Sliding past rocks
and trees
I am not alone
but merged with
my surroundings

Birds fly by
not noticing me
I don’t notice me

Time ceases to exist
Only my heartbeat
reminds me
I am human

And here
in this wonderland
of creation
peace
finally
befalls me.

Cycles

2010-08-02T23:44:00.000-07:00

Center me gently
'mid labyrinths and roses
full moons and long nights
of sleepless unrest.

Bring me down slowly
near magical mountains
green grassy fields
and slumbering plains.

Wake me up fully
among fellow humans
wanting to know
their soul's reason to be.

Take me back quietly
when time says it's ready
and still waters open
for me to swim in.

Let me long linger
'til sweet ones are happy
enjoying the cycle
of love in the rain.

May peace and joy come
and bring me around
to life's lonely planet
with streams of white water

where passion and process
mend fences and heartaches
and love ever lasting
can't keep me away.

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Summer Time

2010-07-15T14:19:00.000-07:00

Summer
half over/barely begun
Time not wasted
but going fast.

Strawberries' fresh taste
already given way to
farmers' markets full
with variety.

Peaches' sweetness
dripping down my chin.
Plums rich and ripe.
Ah — the lusciousness
of summer.

And my "to do" list —
slowly working away on it
but — half over!?!
So much more to enjoy
swimming, biking, hiking...
I need more time.

My pace has slowed
more relaxed with the heat
loose, open.
Not yet dreading winter
for that memory has softened
but oh
so not ready
for summer
to be even
half over.

Think Big

2010-07-07T22:48:00.000-07:00

What keeps you small?

Wherever that shows up
no matter
how minute the issue is —
if you are small in some way
Release it.

It’s time
to step up to the plate
Leave your childhood
protectors behind
Face them
Thank them for having
kept you safe —
Now they are
keeping you small.

Acknowledge
and move on
to the land of big.

You are here to add
to this glorious cosmos
You are here to
open our eyes
to something
we could not see without you.
You have a place
in the stream
You have a place
in the world.

You can’t get there
by being small
and comfortable
and safe.

The big picture
is your birthright
It’s time
to step up
and claim it.

The Edge

2010-06-30T20:18:00.000-07:00

The war is over

that raging battlefield
inside
trying to set you free.

There is nothing
left to fight
save the remains
of a thought
that someone is
tying you down.

The spirits await
for you to fly with them
to plan your course
and stay with it.

Your safety
is not their concern.

They know you're safe.
Jump
and feel that
deeply embedded within you.

There is no place
to land.

That is the beauty.

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Fire

2010-06-16T21:36:00.000-07:00

Inner spirit
bursting with flame
I am here to show you
your sedate ways
Your willingness to do
the same thing
every day
How seriously
you take yourself.

Fire
That burning itch
inside you
that begs to do
something different today.
Something new!
Your patterns
are a bore
your daily rituals
nightly preparations
I am here to
shake you up
Dance on the ceiling
Open you up
to the big picture
and worldly passions.

Fire!
I am here
to befriend you
Feed me
and I will feed you
Feel me
and I will
keep you alive
Nourish me
and your burning desires
will ignite your heart
to live in this world with
Fire!

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Cosmic Flow

2010-05-28T16:47:00.000-07:00

Caught in a love stream
the one that usually
flows past me
as I get trapped
in the rocks
by a twig
in a whirlpool.

Somehow
this time
I'm swept away
pushed forward.
I can't see ahead
can only sense behind.

The current is soft
gentle
but I'm definitely
caught

this time
in the flow.

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Essence

2010-05-04T09:59:00.000-07:00

Unfolding

our true self
expressing
what it wants
needs
prefers
through us.

Time

it takes time
to know ourselves —
how we feel
what we want to do
what we do best
how we want to be.

What does
this soul
need?
Find it
tend to it
treat it with care

and a blossoming
like no other
can be created
in this lifetime

to share.

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Inside Out

2010-04-29T21:05:00.000-07:00

Turn me inside out
to see the raw material
I live by —
the uncalculated
uncontrolled
free spirit
I am.

Exposed:
My heart
facing it's deepest struggles.

Exposed:
My lungs
filling fully after chemicals
wore them down.

Exposed:
My liver
flushing out
the toxic waste that plugged it.

Here I am,
ready, present
and fully believing
that inner strength keeps growing
wisdom is not elusive
joy is not fleeting
and the gates to creativity
open deeper and deeper

as we travel
toward the sun
on the road called life.

Seeds

2010-04-19T23:27:00.000-07:00

Allow the world
to be new again —
to me.

Wake up my
wonderment
enjoyment.
Garden from a
sense of innocence.

What would happen
if I threw a handful of
seeds out there —
what might grow?

Experiment, play
Drop all my technicalities.
Laugh, dance, have fun.

What would happen,
really?

Leaving Childhood

2010-04-14T11:07:00.000-07:00

One day
not suspecting
what would happen
I left childhood.

I never knew
I would find myself
so alone
in the world.

Not a soul
to turn to
not a friend
with which to share.

I left childhood
on a bright morning
wearing my favorite dress
which I would never wear again.

I fell into silence
that only the stars shared
and all I would trust
was Orion to guide me home.

Apprenticeship

2010-04-11T11:54:00.000-07:00

Apprentice yourself
to you.

Learn about your
weaknesses, liabilities
deepest longings
talents, gifts
delightful ways.

You are a work in progress
like any piece of art:
a start here
a stroke there
Unknown at the beginning
how it will end up
what form it will take
what message it will radiate.

The adolescence of being —
searching
experimenting
pushing into new places.
An exciting adventure
of procurement
enlivenment
discovery.

A world of doors opening
to the imagination
driven by inquisitiveness
Leading to
developing
and unfolding
Joy.

Sitting

2010-04-06T20:13:00.000-07:00

I could sit here for years
and not tire of you.

Every butterfly
could touch my head
Every wildflower
open full
Every pine cone
fall by my side
And I would still want more.

Every duck
could float on by
Every ripple
travel through
Every breeze
mess my hair
And I would still want more.

Every bough
could brush my arm
Every bird
chirp its song
Every dusk
have it's dawn
And still...

I could sit here for years
and not tire of you.

The Portal

2010-03-24T13:59:00.000-07:00

The way out
is always through —
through the grief
through the passion
through the unending pain
that has followed you
all your life.

Feel your longings
feel your want of freedom from
which leads to freedom to.

Breathe in deeply
I am here
I am always here.

Open like the eyes of an animal
roaming in society
built up around her.

Open like the beast
hunting for food
keenly aware
that any moment his life may end.

Open knowing
this is your home.
Fill the ocean with your tears
feel the earth supporting you.
Rise again
be born anew.

Life can flow easily
through you again.
There is a way out
there is love,
hope and wild beauty
there is peace
even contentment.

There is a way for you
to grow into who you already are.

But you have to
be willing to go through.

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Dear Mother Earth

2010-03-16T22:32:00.000-07:00

This morning I awake
and you fill me.
Your bountiful glory
sweeps through my veins.
I am alive with my
awareness of you.

Taking you in all at once
is almost too much to do —
you overwhelm me.
My heart beats for you
my breath depends upon you.
Your sounds caress my ears
your chirps, waves
secret calls
entice me to listen deeper.
Your colors fill my eyes.
How many shades of green you are,
tints of blue.
And your color combinations —
what magic!

Your Jasmine greets me
with the sweetest, softest scent
your vine intermingling my mind
with places I knew
but here, now, you are dripping
with fresh rains
from the heavens.
Clouds white with gray overtones —
how do you do this?

Your gentle undulating waves
mesmerize me
your abundant gardens
fill me with life enhancing
tastes and goodness.
You are all.
You carry the wisdom of the One.
YOU are amazing.

And I am here
loving you
and feeling your perennial
love for me.
There is nothing more
I want or need.
I am full.
Full of love
for you.

Heart Line

2010-03-08T11:06:00.000-08:00

It starts with a crack.
You know the kind —
a rock hits your windshield
and over the years
it slowly winds its way
across the whole front of your car.

Only this time
it takes billions of years
The earth moves
a rock shifts,
lifts and cracks.

And on this crack
thousands of years ago
a soul, not unlike my own
knows its intended work
is for the heart
to crack open.

So the heart finds the line
to rest on —
knowing that as it cracks open
again and again and again
life will continue to be lived
on the edge.

And the soul knows
this is the work
it's supposed to do
no matter where it is
or whose body it enters
or how it is interpreted.

The heart is meant
to crack open
over and over and over
until life is lived
fully in passion
fully in the mystery
fully as a lover of the beloved.

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Raw Earth

2010-03-03T09:44:00.000-08:00

What if I
don't behave?

What if I run
in the streets and say
look — you —
are beautiful

What if I sing
at ocean's edge
calling to the waves
as they call to me

What if I answer
each bird's song
with a song of my own

What if I shout for joy
that I am alive
experiencing earth
here, now, fully

What if I pick up
a handful of soil
and drop it
on my head
yes — you —
the soil that springs up life

What if all
the ways of suppressing
my joy are removed

What if self-criticism
perfectionism and fear
dissolve

What if I dance instead of walk
laugh instead of smile
sing instead of talk?

And what if
I meet you there
how will you
misbehave?

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Dawn's Rose

2010-02-26T08:43:00.000-08:00

I greeted you
this morning
at the pivotal part
of day.

Still gray out
dew in the air
I walked your path.
Emerging from
brown twigs
and sleepy greens
you secretly
showed your face,
unaccustomed
to your own
newness and beauty.

And there
in the silence
that only a
crow's caw sliced

I know
you greeted me.

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Morning Ocean

2010-02-21T21:50:00.000-08:00

Wild water wanderer
As far as I can see
It's all you —
   on and on
   to the gentle
   curve of the earth.
And more beyond that.

The morning birds
   come to greet you
What have you brought
   from your travels?
Fish from far away shores
   ancestors to become
   part of the food chain.

Ducks take their morning bath
   otters their playful swim
I take my morning breath
   upon you —
Salt in the air
   moistness, breeze.

Life — I am part of you
   Beauty, you are part of me.
Old patterns of holding back
   break like waves
   on the rocks
Shattering
   into billions of drops
Like tears falling from my eyes.

How can we not be one?

Here

2010-02-03T22:53:00.000-08:00

"Where are you going?"
the rabbit asks me
along the way.

To a new land
where there is safety
in the unknown
Where I can fly
without taking
my feet off the ground
Where my life
touches those
I have never met —
and theirs touch mine
Where I can feel
beyond the depths
laid out in front of me.

Where I can appreciate
the vastness of this
world and leave a
tear as a sign of
my devotion
Where the stars guide me
and my soul knows the way.

"Who will go with you?"
she calls out
as she hops past me.

Those with the insight
to pull me up
when I fall
Those with a heart
deeper than my own
Those who can look
in my eyes
and share their souls
And those who call out to me
to give a hand beyond their own
to help with their next step
which neither of us know.

Birthing

2010-01-31T18:42:00.000-08:00

We are here
not lightly.
It is not all
fun and games
nor hardship and woe.
We have an obligation
to fulfill.

We don't come here
knowing what it is
we learn it
through trial and tale.

Beholden to our life
is our purpose —
our real work.
Often hidden
because it is deep,
the deeper we open
the closer we come.

How do we know
what our obligation is?
When we find it
we can do nothing else.
It occupies us
obsesses us
scares and excites us.
We don't do it for money
or for someone else's cause.

When we discover it
we know it is real
and nothing can
take its place.
This is what
we are here to do.

All of our challenges
and hardships
lead us here.
This is the
home of our soul
yet, oddly enough,
we only know
what it is
once we have found it.

Then and Now

2010-01-27T20:29:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time
life was different,
energies
swept through the planet
unhindered
unknowing of the ways to come
unfettered.

Once upon a time
life was raw
unearthed
fierce
solid.

Once upon a time
great beasts
roamed the planet
fish walked
amoebae grew.

Once upon a time
what mattered most
mattered least
what stood up tallest
fell
what eroded
decayed
grew
created anew.

Once upon a time
a stage was set
for life now.

Once upon a time
is not so distant
as today will someday be
Once upon a time, too.

Ode to the Veil

2010-01-17T20:59:00.000-08:00

One doesn't know
the veil is there
before it is lifted,
Until that aha moment
when it dissolves
opening to a new reality,
a doorway into
the continuing dream.

How many veils
are still up now?
What hides the beauty
that I don't see,
what befalls me
that I don't breathe in
with reverence?

What love
do I not experience
for some blind spot,
what joy do I
not languish in
for some grid of perception
that comes between it and me?

What small miracle
do I not wonder about
and admire
for its brilliance?
What part of life
am I missing?

In my Ode to the Veil
I am hereby ready
to have it removed,
lifted
so I can fully enjoy
with ecstasy
the truth surrounding me.

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Soil

2010-01-13T13:01:00.000-08:00

Caring for the land
nurtures us
like caring for our mother —
the Mother of Life
Soil.

Soil that feeds us
is being washed away,
blown away
by the tons
lost to the oceans.
This is our home
the home that feeds us.

I used to know all this,
lived it
but that deep caring is gone.
Food gets thrown out
not composted
worms leave to find
a richer feeding ground.
Soil left unnourished.

I am in front of
the computer
feeding my mind.
My body needs to
work — the work
of the Soil.

My neighbor's fava beans
are already up.
What am I waiting for?

Puddles

2010-01-10T13:35:00.000-08:00

A full growing up —

the exploration of nature,
my body in nature,
imagination, emotions

The childlike acts
of a child in the world:
Dancing, Leaping, Enacting
Joy —
in my adult body
seem foreign.

True expression
fierceness, opinions
even happiness
seem dampened, lifeless.

Sing — I want to sing!
Scream with Joy!
Release my sensations
into the world.

Adult — be damned
I am a child
waiting to explode
I am a spirit
yearning to be free.

I am free.
What holds me back
is not a stiff body
but a controlling mind.

I take off my hat
I dance in the rain —
Where, now,
are those puddles?

One World

2010-01-08T10:17:00.000-08:00

Life invites us in
A chair is there for sitting
a bed for sleeping
a tree for hugging.
It is interactive
we are part of the dance.

Separation causes disunity
a me, a thou
Harmony is unity
us, we, ours.
We are all sharing this world.

A smile can go a long way,
a laugh — miles.
The moon invites us to visit
the Milky Way to wonder
the sun shares its heat,
the stars their twinkle
Orion, his protection.

Plants invite us to eat
trees share their bounty
the oriole says, "look at me"
the zebra boasts its stripes
the cat shares her love.

And us
we share our souls
the deep intimacy
of our being
to lighten
the days of others,
brightening ours
along the way.

Dreams

2010-01-06T22:22:00.000-08:00

Deep imagination.
The kind that
shows up in dreams
the anchors of our reality.

Floating in our sleep
images, near and far
new, unsought after,
appear.

A pathway to the soul
sometimes explicit
other times fuzzy.
Still important.

Now to connect
the inner world
to the outer one.
Breathe in deep
and trust to imagination.

Soften to the soul
let it permeate life.
Open, be aware.
Last year's troubles
are behind you —
a new world is opening.
"What would you do
if you knew you
couldn't fail?"

Start a blog ; )

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