Finding My Birth
Something or someone calls not from the dream time but below the sea where the sleek seal dives, or in the belly of the rock that gives shape to water, or the land itself wanting to rise through dry waving grass and release on the wind. Perhaps it’s just me struggling each day to find […]
Harvesting Silence
I harvest silence like a field of hay, threshing intimacy into rows of emptiness, raked and combed by long sharp tines of the inner life, storing silence against the growing hunger, everything so full we starve.
If I Awoke
If I awoke before light, before bird call and waves beating, so early there was only you and me, the only two awake in the whole wide world; while islands slept and we watched the sun break into the sky with the radiance of a star. Then we would know our place in the arms […]
Coyos
One man has left the earth; his wolf-dog went before him scouting the way on the old journey into the timeless; leaving behind his music, his trickster, the joy he fired from the grief of his family to forge a life on the high mesa. Playing his flute to the four directions, to the animals […]
First Light
I caught first light in those few hours when the innocence of the world played open like a child’s skirts, twirling in the breeze with the joy of being alive.
Ancient Circle
Now I awaken, grief and fear drained from my body, words of prayer green as summer rising with the faith of sunlight. Like a black winged crow brooding on the roof top I pick at scavenger bits, cawing to the world my dissatisfaction, but today I am stripped, open like a river, the voice of […]
Dispatch from the Front
There are terrors that restrain the heart with iron fence where open land once graced the sky. You see it in a child’s eyes, feel it in your chest when theft becomes an option. It’s too late to blame, only time for the music you can make, your dispatch from the front opening the heart […]
Rising on the Old Rope
The uncertainty of night and random dreams pass, the empty bucket of morning echoing dully as it lifts from the deeper darkness, drawing up the cool draught of what rises on the old rope to the trembling light of day.
Endless Page
The words I speak or write, do they really matter beneath the waterfall of life, all the tragedy and loss and wandering in the dark? I have so much fear I don’t acknowledge, so much I hoped for, wanting the world to answer my longing. When I listen I hear the old voice within the […]
Moon of Our Gravitation
You raise your cup assured I will receive it. This gesture says it all, how we are together with no need to tear down, to feed the beast of not belonging. Some days the tide runs strong, highs and lows much greater. They say it is the moon and I wonder about swirling water and […]
Chum for the Gods
We’re chum for the gods, dropped into the sea to lure out the beauty stored in deep water, from before time began when only mineral and fire ruled the earth. She can’t resist the sparkling scales of our foolish wit, the way we twist and turn in shifting currents, singing to her of the times […]
Becoming Like Water
We can drive our fate into the wall of the world or find our way like water around rock. Beyond the wall a spread of forest and rushing wind, the sound of rivers and clatter of bird wing. Soften like water, follow the stone path, a sheer fall of open air, the freedom of light. […]
Return to the Forest
I am the face behind the face, the watcher behind eyes. I’ll slip this skin like a bright fish glistening in the sun, wriggling free of your hands back into the deep pool, a glint of gold and silver darting through the stream. That color, that liquid, the shining skin, that is me but not […]
When You Choose
Sometimes you choose and sometimes you don’t, you chase after life when all you want may be hidden beside you. Go ahead and make your plans; somewhere along the road where the pavement gives out you might have to walk, and what you didn’t choose may find you, the fear of that sucking like a […]
Spring Trio
Still in the Calm The onshore breeze chimes through broad leafed trees with sound like a wave curling to shore; tender light, the sound of a bird, something resting still in the calm, ready to awaken as the deep sea rises. *** Keeping Faith The path is long with steep grades and sharp angles. What […]