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Take this dreaming body
Back to the ocean of desire.
Let me stand moon drenched wet feet on sand
Come, take my hand.
Sharp salt spray on my cheeks,
Brisk wind in my chest,
Shakin it up!
Makin' it up
With you.

My head and my heart speak through my words

There is this great love in my heart,
Bursting at the seams!
Looking upon the face of a total stranger
And wanting to shout,
I love you!
This love, what do I do with it?
It longs to be expressed.
Make me an instrument of this love.
Let me love and be loved as Thee.

Seeing

My eyes really enjoy seeing.
Its all eye candy
Its More than candy,
MUCH more nutritious
I see colors, the world is super vivid
Life is vibrance.
I did not recognize the gladness
That seeing brings into
My life
Until today.

For me, words get fewer and fewer.
Life, so drenched in beauty
In a puff of vapor
I see possibilities
The outlines of things
Back-lit...
A small shift
Sometimes makes
It a great shot

I see things.
And my seeing
frames a story told with
In sight.

Intact

What is my next move?
I wonder...
Meanwhile, movement is happening...
I am tapping the keys
Words are forming
Co-alescing
into a picture
Of myself upon an ocean liner
going some place far away
For a while...
Meeting someone.

How will this take place?
I wonder.
It will take place
Without any contrivance on your part
Says a voiceless voice.
Simply wait.
Pull in the thoughts
And watch them roll around in the empty can
For a while.
Loud rattle of green marbles
But soon they find a pathway out and
Glide down the exit ramp.
Meanwhile, I am intact.

New Rain

I was walking along doing some thing.
I looked up and caught sight of my reflection.
I was dazzled by the radiance.
“Is that me?” I thought.
A cloud scudded across the sky.
“Is that really me??”
Two clouds.
Soon, a gathering of clouds.
Darkness, thunder, rainfall.

Don’t you love the sharp, metallic smell of
new rain upon the earth?

Four out of Eight...

Were visible.
The other half, invisible.
I feel them surround me
Protection, Raphael, Gabriel, Insight
And me, containing the strength
Created by all that support.

Why am I supported so, I wondered?
Why do I need an army of angels?
I await the answer,
it will come to me in a flash of insight!

Reveressence

A tickle at the root
A trickle at the root
The trick is in not minding it
In no sense, unwinding it
Ground water, like an army
Soon grows into a spring
Of harmonious energy
Surfacing to sing a song
That flows, outpours
The Essence
Restores the world to Innocence.

Whole Futures

Moonlight in my eyes
Poetry in my soul
Sweet rush of chaos
How can I explain?
Words betray me, they
Appear faster than I can write.
Images flash by
Whole futures,
God awake in the world,
Golden ages.
Images last longer, a half-life,
And I strive to grasp them
Render them
Tell them
What I see.

Spirit speaks

I’m writing poems again.
A sure sign that my spirit is returning
Or is it me that is returning to it?

The fact that I refer to my spirit as ‘it’
Is a dead giveaway for who’s speaking

Does spirit speak?

And am I that spirit?
Would not I have more certainty if that were so?
Or am I in fact both spirit and matter?

Not wanting anymore to fling my body aside
Like a silk shirt on a hanger
Flapping disconsolately in the wind.

No, now I want to inhabit this body
Occupy this physical space
Make my Presence felt

An unmanifested vision is but a fantasy.
I see too much in the eyes in my head
And feel too little of what’s in here.
In here things are different.
Saner. Holier.
It is wholly I speaking
And when I speaks
I speaks with Love.
Love loves death,
and Love loves life
And God is a whisper away,
on the next pillow……

Brother Sun, Sister Moon

The Moon was full, high in the sky this morning
I did not intend to wake for the sunrise.
But both the Sun and the Moon beckoned me.
So I rose unresisting.
And headed for the hills.

No Moon in sight.
No Sun either.
Just me, the dogs, the birds
And the promise of another unpredictable moment.

For fifty years I've been asleep
To the magic of sunrise.
Asleep to the Presence
That comes with new light everyday.
But today is another day, and if I'm lucky
I'll have another chance tomorrow.

Awash in mist, the whole hillside
Waits with bated breath
For the pale gold orb that rises
delicately above the blanket of mist below.

The cool wash of morning chi energy
Swims up my spine...
The whisperless reward for those who
greet the gift of Dawn

Gratitude wells up in me every morning
To know that Sunrise is free
And it is everywhere,
Everyday.
The only thing I need to do
to receive this gift
is be Awake.

A poem for the new year

Words cannot explain the ineffable, they say
The mystery defies eXplanation, I’m told
But the X is plain to see
And it takes a Five and a good deal of defiance
To see that the story of the
IN-DIVIDE-DUAL
Is the story of polarity
Black and white
Good and Evil
Love and Fear
How is this division bridged?
By recognizing the essential unity
Of our experience.
I cross that bridge again and again
In every infinitesimal second
And I cross that bridge between my
Two hemispheres.

We live in a whole in time
A worm hole to a new dimension.

thanksgiving poem

You know its so easy to start a thanksgiving poem
With some soapy statement like I'm grateful for
And then start making a pious list of all the things one is grateful for:
Autumn leaves, and purring kitties
But could I really say I'm grateful for this headache that peppers my menopausal days?
Or that I'm grateful for my first thanksgiving without my son?
I'm grateful that my son and I are like virtual strangers to each other
And we give each other acute social anxiety?

But what is being grateful, really?
Its being full of great.
And gratitude is clearly a great attitude
Which comes from being full of great.
It begs the question: Am I really full of great?

And that question eternally winds me back to the answer:
an attitude adjuster like no other.

What I'm full of
Is the ever-evolving, infintesmial
life force, god-force
Messianic power, climbing up that spiral staircase
And breaking out through me
Like a shower of fiery autumn leaves,
Falling on cold hard earth,
Like a silky purr ball of ginger love
Sleeping on my head
Like the Northern lights
Lighting up my tiny little wigwam
Reminding me that all I am is god, god, god god, god
Oh God, is that all there is?

And that makes me feel great-full.