Healing Dark
Months gone seasons pass, autumn light spring preparing, shaman’s blade bile extracted, nerves spared laser piercing, cells removed father freeing, past and future wisdom singing, chorus softly darkness healing, life rewoven new beginning.
Into the Night
Into the night air and winter sky of bright light on ebony, I finally exhale, feel my body settle and guts shift to match the soul, beckoning wordlessly into the uncharted. Windswept trek over towering passes etched in stone, finding faith in the green that awaits.
Precious Heartbeat
I freed the slaves, the ones I’ve chained to my inner plantation, the shadow ground tilled with fear of wrong doing. The harvest of insecurity I continued to reap by keeping chattel in irons forged with accusation, the hammer and tong of lies and betrayal, ancestral bitterness locking their images in a recurring nightmare. Then […]
Child of My Age
Sun is down in its winter home, barely visible above naked branches, the valley without rain for the first time in weeks. Dry and bright, the day opens and I meet it, worn places flaking off like decayed skin, and beneath the roughage something pink and new. A baby born from an old man like […]
Root Cellar
for Bob Weaver Gunnysacks cover the winter crop, the root cellar dry and warm in its burrow; outside the sea lifts in the driving wind, the long arc of sand shaped and reshaped by the fierce hand that forms the air and lifts the gulls in one motion. Part of me wants to lay down […]
Within Great Stones
On a trail down to the hidden cove and one along the mountain river, the brown earth and rolling sea spoke to us the way they did. I listened and hoped, later pounding grief into sand, giving ocean back her tears, blaming myself for the web, soft and wet, that bound me to what hurt […]
Tendril of Desire
One day past solstice with enough sun to spark the hardened seeds of faith buried in winter against cold and loss, porous only to light’s slightest undulation, the naked tendril of desire daring to uncurl in the dark.
Quietly Among the Stars
On mornings years ago I’d walk dew soaked grass looking to the winter stars, feeling in the vast dark and cold wet ground a rooted life I took for granted. I keep that with me in the smell of morning as I look to you in the grace we know above December’s earth, making a […]
Tree of Life
From here the pathway opens, forest thinning into meadow pond, gnarled pines sweetening the air; stillness steeping from the bedrock, weight carried from the trailhead dissolving in the dirt track, breaking down like memories under mountain sun. Wherever you are you are also here, easing the thorn caught suffering for a view of grass in […]
Thankfulness
Thankfulness like falling snow covers and quiets the furrowed fields and wintergreen moss. Ridges of desire wrapped within a silent cloak, grateful for breath and all that rises; the earth still, softly open to the blessing.
Spirit Wing
Crow flies by the window, his shadow tracing the pale yellow wall with a faint outline marking flight, calling for his spirit wing and passing presence to be remembered for just one moment.
Gift of Rain
When men from afar arrived on the broad river rain pushed them down, offended them in smoke filled lodges beneath strips of drying fish. They wanted what was from their past not this ocean deluge from the sky. To understand water is a gift, its softness lifting in cold air sweeping in waves along the […]
Secret Flower
Losing grip, not letting go, falling void yet holding chord woven in light to every mortal thing. Bend deeply not to break, supple flows, rigid softens, secret flower held within waiting to unfold.
Above the Ridge Line
Land sloped up from a dry creek bed where tumble down buildings faded in the sun; beneath the willows a story imagined long before the journey. Spike thorn tore our clothes, thin gruel the only food. Climbing broken ledges to draw what piñon rooted from the rock strewn scree, we followed clues, laboring to be […]
Cheap Bar Song
First there is the way she looks; ok, be all smart and mature but when you saw her the first time something in you changed and you know it. Then there’s what she is which if that doesn’t humble you down to your hairless shins you might as well go back to grazing with the […]