Let it Die

Light a candle my dear……and let it die.

That butterfly’s melting.

It’s wings won’t fly.

Four flames burn bright

To show you what’s right

And the fifth within

Sings a silent hymn

To true love

Prayer (for Tasha)

As I lay me down to sleep
The ego rests in quiet deep
As I sleep I come to be
A spark of your eternity.

As I wake to a new day
Let me stay out of the way
Let my actions be inspired
By true wisdom, by pure grace
Let my thoughts be free, unmired,
By the past, by old disgrace.

For I can be a sword of truth
If I will walk this ancient Way
With certain step and Gentleness.

Song of innocence (for Tasha)

My questions are falling away
I grasp at them as they drift by
Just as my hand clenches
a stray word
It dissolves……. like foam.
Only silence remains
In the chaos of the End
I lie still and serene.
Encased in profundity.
Boxing the dream.

My body,
when it wakes from this sleep
Will thrill
to the mystery of life anew
Light coursing blue-electric
through my veins
Each ecstatic cell liberating
the divine principle:
Spelling a new way to be.

Rock my cradle, hold my hand
Guide my step, write my psalm.
In no sense the singer, I sing Your song

TRANCEQUILL

One more poem for the road.
My house is collapsing into chaos.
Inevitable really.
Nothing’s certain
Except this:
Chaos leads to order
And order crumbles into chaos

Fingers making music
Your laugh echoing the tune.
This is contentment.

Tears spring to the eyes
I watch the light.
Sadness and joy unveiled.
Pain pointing the Way.

I am dancing chaos today.
Disruption and harmony
Pirouetting each other
Slowly drawing closer
And closer….

I am afraid at the Entrance.
Of a new Era.
A death is happening.
And a new me is waiting in the wings
In the wings of desire unveiled
In the wings of desire shed
Like the feathers of a wild goose
Falling from the sky
To become my Trancequill.

Here we go again, you and I,
down Poetry Road
Chaotic? Yes, indeed
Intended for the ordered item
we call Truth
Certain of the echo
in the music of a touch...
A breath... a laugh...

And then the Gap,
The sacred space of Now
Still quiet from the last tear
of contentment
Shall I ask for anything more
in my prayers to the Ancients?
I think not.
For what is it, but to die over and again,
Housing the Soul’s pure light
within these hearts of gold
Waiting... Watching...
Dancing this wild goose alive
Besides another
Clothed in lustrous joy.

Inside, the sun shines

Out to sea
On an adventure
In a fine Relationship
The sea is calm
The sky is blue
The air is clean
I am serene.
I know not what
the future brings
Nor weather fair or foul
But weather comes
and weather goes
Inside, the Sun shines, Ho!

The Book of Love

I have a love I do not crave.

I have a love the world can save.

I have a love thats like a rock.

Whole and pure

Wild and free

A spirit of intimacy

That Time cannot erase.

That holds you not in ownership

Yet sings no transitory blues.

Paradoxical, perhaps.

But all that's true

Is so imbued

With contradiction too.

I have a love that's like a dance.

Moving, touching, breathing stance.

Unmoved by stress and circumstance.

Sometimes here, sometimes there.

Sometimes not.

But always one I trust.

I have a love that does not stop
At better than and not good enough.

I have died for you, been born again.

But this I did not count

That birth brings sweet forgetfulness

New stories right us now.

Maduram

I met a woman today named Amadora
She spoke about Love, with ecstasy in her voice
I too have tasted that sweet nectar.
It flows in my heart, I know it does.

But lately I haven't been able to feel its sweetness.
I'ts been bottled up, sealed and corked.

Who sealed it?
I did not ask for it.
It made me despair that I would never love again
With joyful abandon, like the last time.
Or if I do open my heart to someone, it happens too late.
One nanosecond after they are no longer mine.
Not just bad timing, its tragic timing.

Or is it? Maybe its perfect timing.
Maybe he was the bottle-opener, a divine gift.
Perhaps now that the bottle is opened,
I will taste all that my vintage heart has to offer:
loneliness,
loss,
heartbreak,
grief,
sadness,
fear,
anger,
longing,
ecstasy,
reverence.

I will taste it all, and I will call it Love.

Looking for love in all the right places

Its the same love
Pooling, reverbrating
Breathing me and you
Into time and space
From eternity.

My heart longs for constancy.
And the eternal prayer
That is my heart's namaste to you
Longs to see my love
Mirrored in an unending reflection.

No illusory hall of mirrors, this
That I need to shatter
In order to find the naked truth.
But a love that grows deeper
And stronger and richer
Even during a drought
Or occasional stony hardness
Of egoic reasoning

A love that knows itself to be
Both the question and the answer.
Both the food and the fed.
A love I see
Reflected in
Your words
Your flesh
Your lips
Your eyes.
Your heart.
Your soul

Only this love.

Dust Settles

My heart exploded softly with love for you.
And then again,
And again.
I recalled your warm hands,
Your love-lit eyes.
Your soft "Hi"
Strumming me into
Love's Leela.

My fears disintegrated
as the dust of that explosion
Settled softly over everything.

Touch me

No words can touch me like your hand
This language we both understand
No voice can match your breath's caress
No thought can pierce this solid flesh.
This my mind can't misconstrue
Because the heart and soul are true.

No touch can penetrate us like god's breath
No truth can lie about this love
Naked, stripped of desire
free of outcome
playing, just playing, frolicking, laughing
we sing each other into being
Heart within heart, layering upon heart again
Cascading into an infinite layering of hearts
Like a heart shaped tunnel
we dive whole body into love.

Is not touch God's breath made flesh?

Anointed

Perhaps you think I'm intellectual
Too clever with words.
But I'm not clever.
I cleave to the truth
I cleave to the brilliance of that
Inner Light
Ministering to my fears
Bathing my wounds
With words.

These words
Heal me
Unite me
Anoint me
With Thee.

Reflected in You

I want to write poems that can
Surprise me.
Knock my socks off
And help my feet feel the ground
Under me.

For in this world, I have thought
Too many things
Said too many words
Undone too many acts.
It leaves me bereft.

I meander
Through that maze of regrets.
Shrugging them off rapidly.
Hoping that a flake of light
Will dart forward and
Dissolve the maze,
Disintegrate the path
Lift the veil and
Remove the mask
So I can see Myself
Reflected perfectly in
You again.