What Must Go
What must go for this day to be born? Something presses upward from within, grown in the dark and breaking surface, as roots continue down and vision opens to light.
There is Life
Along the racing tideline, in the sounds of the forest and the yearning cry of gull, the world seeks its original Self. In the hours after midnight an eloquent umber moon rises, casting Her image upon the sea with no concern for witness. There is ignorance, there is cruelty but above all there is life, […]
Easter 2012
Blue gray water in spring light, awakened by the wind on a gentle southerly course; waves marching gently in a children’s parade without the fury of winter. I am the settled stone, the coastal trees reaching down and the gulls aloft in a soft breeze, the landscape flooding me like the morning tide with the […]
Presence
Looking into the old wood something wants to fall away, like a dead branch in the wind, to let what is new fill the part of me spreading in rings of sun and aging season. Rising from the unseen clean and vertical, with only presence to speak in the green and trembling forest.
Decision
It seems you had a lifetime to make the decision, not from a clutter of youthful options but now when the wine is ripe. The range of vision reduced by what you’ve chosen not to follow, the many things you will not do, when the sleeping shape beside you asks will you love?
Equinox 2012
The point of balance, or rift between dark and light when illumination wins the struggle, dragging us from our inner cave into the dim lit morning. Leaving the dream time and drama of atonement behind, for what may rise on ancient meter and sing us, bawling like infants into the here and now.
Bring What Burns
The stars don’t wince, retracting light from their dark surround. Rise and bring what burns to the day; against the emptiness deep and gnawing light the fire of your soul.
Mystery of Owl
Part of me enjoys the dark, wet tangle that will not rise nor come in from the night, where the mystery of owl speaks to the sea, wings spread in darkness.
Spoken from Silence
Stark white paper and midnight ink, sun lit pale yellow plaster, big drop rain flowing rivulets in the street and your hair twirling in curves of fine silver. Against the tide of violence something spoken from the silence like an arrow parting air with the sharpened point of love.
Dream Whale
I pick my way beneath the oily wooden dock, pilings down in sea water, invisible in the dark, and I feel the old fear. I raise and lower my feet in gravelly sand, edging between barnacle-covered posts then out on a rotted step where I hear a great exhale. In the wide cove a whale […]
What’s At Risk
In the dusky blue of early evening Venus emerges like a lantern in the west then Jupiter following loyally like a light bearing knight. Three fat seals lay above the tide line, one snorting and belching in his sleep, dreaming of deep water and fish; a pair of otters swim beneath them floating in the […]
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.