What Pours Through
I greet the day as I am, with all my faults and frailties. Opening myself to the flow of power I become a river, a tree, a lightning rod; what pours through is life.
Subtle Urge
Billowing clouds against blue, roses drooping under spring weight, the smell of new dirt and your hair tied back in the garden. A few words sent out against the tide of heartache; what supports the soul the subtle urge of thankfulness.
Heart of the World
Like the waterfalls of Guiana and the sweeping arc of the great Mississippi, the rhythm beats against our blue lined skin, reminding us of a source broader than the far horizon, yet alive in our bloodstream like a pulse at the heart of the world. […]
Small Offering
A small offering before the gray morning, for the gift of dream, the shelter of hope and the faith to continue.
Alive and Still Eager
Awake with first light, tiredness lifted from my body, the energy of sun and water finding its way into my heart. A gray wing junco sits for a fluttering instant on a bench near the point, and for a moment we trade places – the bench a perch for junco me, skittering over the warming […]
Deep Peace
As the body when strained the soul too must relax, breathe deeply, exhale and like the tide retreat, making room for what comes; like light upon the mountain discovering what the Earth would bring to an open heart.
Thread of Connection
(for Fukushima) I The earthquake jolts, urging me away from shore toward the wave. I want to cower, knowing I will soon dissolve in a future etched in water. Just a little boat and the tic tic of a diesel motor, sailing out to sea toward the wave, away from what will be no longer. […]
Settling
Near the sea everything settles, as if memories and people were affected by the tides, and slowly find their way to the bottom, resting along the dark crevasse beneath the flowing water. Finding a place to feed from the darkness that will not be undone, letting this day be what it is without the turbulence […]
Daring to Raise My Eyes
I reach out over the horizon, cracked and weakened by struggle and death and all that’s fallen. Daring to raise my eyes, I call out in a bird-like sound, giving myself to this day, abandoning desire for all except you.
Before Memory
Before memory, before violence, before the damage and the line that separates, before ancient stones and walls beneath the sea, there was awareness and the love of our ancestors spoken from the mountain. Before the wave, before forgetting, a thin ray of light awakening the sleep that is not sleep. The fold of forgiveness; the […]
Faith
Faith is tangible like mineral or light form, a quality determined by the flow of longing to lift beyond the finite. To bring down the wealth of dawn from the mountain, starlight as it follows the sea, a magical something within the spirit that becomes the flesh of compassion.
Roscommon Road
Stories housed within the soul exact in every detail, the deliberate forgetting of a mind linked to survival inoperable in the secret register where every encounter’s sacred despite the pain or tragedy. The look on Bobby’s face telling me our best friend Brendan was dead, my father’s eyes down who should have borne the weight; […]
Silence of the Statue
Sacred site and ancient temple point to power invisible and mysterious, symbol and reality not confused by older order. We extract and concentrate yet release and balance must follow. The sand below the sphinx was once a field of green, the silence of the statue a language of its own. What appeared empty may now […]
Broken like a Branch
Challenged by the old fight, I hear another voice miles from the road, along the basalt trail to a creek that breaks from her open mouth with the grief of music. The knowledge of moss and the part of me broken like a branch, turned into dirt, falling with water in a long drop over […]
Green and Wild
Living a good life shouldn’t be so hard, just a thought for what is right despite the dreams and body’s calling, yet wherever the iron-bound loses control, soul trickles through, concerned for its own hunger as if tossed upon the shores of Eden for the very first time. No books, no laws, no convention, only […]