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Wednesday, December 4, 2019

                HOPE'S CAVE

Swimming solo into the cave without food
Or a map, into the promise of nasturtiums
And quiet beyond silence, into days of boredom
Dissolving these nights of discovery where water,
Stone and the complete absence of light
Coalesce to scintillate a vulnerable hope
Birthed squalling, bloodied and beautiful,
Blind to betrayal, to nasturtiums,
To being hurried through darkness.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Liberation blooms in sustained fidelity 
to the Mystery of one’s own essence, 
to that quiet place where two sit together 
cognizant of death and obedient to Silence
while seahorses soar across blue skies
above a field spacious and green,
birthing surprise, thresholding joy, 
waking to laughter, fathering new life....

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Have You?

Have you every wanted
to wander inside

waterfall's beckoning glisten,
it's tumbling wonder and shine,

and like a tendril of fern
clinging to granite,

abide wordlessly within
these ever misty
effervescent insides?

Sunday, November 3, 2019

Heidi's Time 8:23-823

This time was hers'; this Phoenix address,
also hers' always.

All the way from the curb of tears
and dewdrops shimmering

on backyard blades of grass to the vacant
lot and scrawny palm trees

where her childhood home, now vanished,
once stood submerged in Arizona heat
that scorched sidewalks scraping
bare feet raw.

Now with sparkling eyes, toes soaring,
she visits dancing twice daily like clockwork

from the reliable home she'd always yearned for--

this numberless, spacious palace
of nowhere,

where she shall forever reside.


There are those who
would insist

that to make an altar
of sorrow and regret

and to bow reverently
towards those faded
flowers

is a profound mistake.

I, happily, am
not one of them.


Saturday, November 2, 2019

after lunch, walking
down to the lake
with the root
of so much,
arising....


Sunday, October 20, 2019


4 steps into a labyrinth of stone

(This spiraling space for not wondering why)

'amnesty' circles then lands on his shoulder

like a seahorse or angelic maverick 
suddenly wrested from cerulean sky