The King of Complete Incompleteness
Like a stone in the shoe the wound does not heal ‘til what wounds is removed, the body revealing what the soul wants to speak; a parchment in symbol of influences unseen, the testimony in dreams written in the body. Letting go, just that, then more letting go; the path of the angel softly upon […]
Compass Within
How to push on from here, our map shredded, the pavement broken bearing no clue of the distant place our dreams foretold. The rivers rise, oceans empty and the earth groans under the weight of expectation. I remember your face, seeing you in the boy, in the sky at sunset, and the memories of all […]
Within the Heartbeat
Before the tide, the wind, the movement of the sea, there is the pulse that lives within the heartbeat, spread before us like pale green moss, carved with crow and raven feather, everywhere yet not a thing except the bird-like eye beyond the tangled wire, searing off the bonds on tomorrow.
Air of Creation
Morning practice begins before I awake,
the inner theater already in motion
as first light enters the window
Undying Green
Clouds cover the spreading sea, wind and waves speaking of the weather to come in the shimmering undulation of hammered metal. We weep beside her loss, limitless yet so fragile, our faces lifted into the skirts of rain softening the rock age by age into an undying green. […]
Water of Life
while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open
to the water of life
From Where Did I Fall
Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground
Asleep in the Body of Salmon
There’s a woman asleep
in the body of salmon
Let in Her Mystery
asking of one who will let in her mystery
to avoid the refuge of answers,
holding space for the sacred
that alone may change you
Where I am Found
Where I am found
the earth seeks me,
no longer needing
to hold back the world
Day of Creation
n the mirror of our eyes
the eternal unbreakable
and the day of creation
upon us once more
Prayer Without Words
listening and seeing
in prayer without words
breathes in the life of form
Back to Life
somewhere a man
gathers in the dark interior
holding a stone
with the essence of water
To Stand in the Clouds
what was left
but the long curving path
up the high mountain,
not to the top
but near enough
to stand in the clouds
Be Still and Know
the vibrancy of blue
speaking directly to her
and again this night,
encouraging the barking dogs
to be still and know
the life that’s always present