Collaboration

co-written with Gary Stonecatcher

It's the way that I think it should be
Even though my vision is fading fast
I can feel you talking to me
Somewhere deep beneath the pool
If you're dancing in the 21st century chaos
Feel the heat of the fire
Everybody some kind of talking head
Trying to consume their desire
How have you managed to keep it all
In this strange land of the disconnect
I would be happy to rub of on you
Taste the fruit of your dreams
I know it's all about waking-up
From the stories I'm told
Transcend the role of this fantasy
Receive the love when it comes.

In a land before contradiction
In a place before dreams
Here was I born.
Before there was a One
There was None.
No role, no pole
No Self to improve
That’s my mantra
Or that’s my woman tra
Re-seive the truth
Awake, asleep, its all a divine dream
And you the divine dreamer
Try jumping into that primordial chaos
(the one just outside of Time)
And then tell me there’s something wrong
With the poetry of this existence
X is tense
When you are
X is Tens (to the power of)
When you are, cosmic strawberry.

Between the cracks

Consciousness is
my cupped hands holding
the water of Life.

I fold my hands in silent prayer.
Where is the water?

Magic Nothing

Tired, tired.
My mind wanders blindly
My heart is unsteady
I am fearful and restless
With fatigue.

I want to uplift myself
But the will is weak.
What do I need to counteract
restlessness?
Rest. Of course.
I sleep.

The Tao incomprehensible to me
I write, I writhe in ignorance
Hoping that I will stumble upon it,
Stub my toe on it stupidly
And as I pick up the offending rock
To fling it away in anger
There it lies underneath,
Shining, innocent, waiting…
Waiting for me.

I pick it up, my magic Nothing.
And slip it in my pocket
I walk on, happy……


But that hasn’t happened yet.

It was a wish, a whim,
my heart’s desire.
And desire is the culprit
Desire makes me culpable
Makes me succumb to Cupid.
Cupidity! Stupidity!
Did I imagine that my vow
would go unchallenged?
And would not the challenge be
in a form most alluring to me?
Cupid’s bow is playing a poem
That pulls on my heart-strings.
And I fall into the muddy pit of
my own desire.

Awaiting the Tao
Which looks like Nothing
Not even my desire for it.

I can stop this Now.
In an instant it was and is no more.