Sing Us Home
I harvest words within the earth made of owl wing, moon change, fallen trees and stubborn grass. Old rocks lend their stories, wet spray of the winter sea, speaking in voices more eloquent than my translation, hoping to sing us all home in the remaining light.
Feeling of Being Alive
Ideas give way to feeling, feeling to the essential – the mystery of a moon lit tide, the rise and fall of life in trees. Jupiter’s pass through winter’s sky; endless beauty and the sharp edge where we dwell, angels yet not. Sun streams across the ocean everything lifts in thanks, the oldest ceremony the […]
Elder Face
My head aches, the bones in my hand throb, their stories of punishment coming out in skeletal code. Icy fog covers the valley; as I struggle to rise from the dream depth into now the face of an elder looks back across the room. Etched with years of solitude, unflinching, no expectation, pain a part […]
Midnight Blue
Color is her gift to us, lifting from the dream-dark sleep of winter a bright orange promise. From ancient cities below the sea, to the unborn waiting in the midnight blue of her future.
Sitting in the Dark
Sitting in the dark before first light I feel you in the air, the warmth of the fire. Extraordinary and simple in tea with leaves from India, honey from the devotion of bees and a small silver spoon stirring, speaking subtly as the morning does with the glowing spark of all that awakens.
How She Holds Us
Something luminous waxes within as I watch the moon rise full again upon the Earth, telling its old tale once more. The mysteries of gain and loss, of all who loved and failed to love or find their way on the path of pale light glimmering in the forest. Speaking in silence through all our […]
Knowledge of a Seed
High in the gray sky tall firs sway in a wind not felt beside the pond, abandoned by geese and ducks even in this mild winter. I plod along the empty path, and watch branches above wave in somber colors, as I wave to the lives I’ve lived, gone like the geese of winter. I […]
Gathering for the Rise
Naked branches shorn of green tremble in the winter wind, buds closed yet full of life, turned upward in the morning sky while below the work of birth continues; dark earth and root gathering for the rise and sail of leaf.
Christmas 2011
Awakening from the dream shadows resolve, turbulence recedes, treasuries of the heart in kindness gold, sweet incense forgiving and peace within a stable shed resting on a bed of hay.
Breathe in Water
I sit within the arc of aging strong with the weight of years in silence, worn round as rock against the tide. The tides of gain and loss shape and reshape the world, while below brilliant star fish breathe in water, turning salt and sea to light.
Tiny Bird
The tiny bird breaking shell makes a cry for food and air with furious faith in what she needs. Hearing her across the water from deep within the forest, I enter dark to find her, hands empty, feet afraid of stirring branch and netted moss. My only gift poetic dreams that sound upon life’s trembling […]
Weaving a Web
Undulating like ocean waves, messages from heart to heart weave a web across the world, trembling our frames of bone and skin, the desire to create burning like fire on the altars of our hidden love.
Forever Green
Heartbeat continues in the rain sound, the sputtering stove and inner breath across the arc from me to you in the rich field where all we are remains forever green and ready for harvest.
Lighting the Lamp
I light a small lamp in the room of memory, recalling places we touched, the knowing in your eyes and the honesty, always the honesty. In the photographs so earnest, frightened, searing, wondering if we could do enough for this world. Looking back I stumble, thinking was this world worthy of you? Uncovering the later […]
If I Remember You
If I remember you it’s only in the morning, recalling root and water before the rush, paused like a web of lace curtain lifted in the cool air, open to the blue beyond.