A Benificent Immensity
              Of
          No Thing,

An Unsurpassed Quiesence
         Luminous,
         Surpassing.

SKY'S GIFT

it’s early morning in late summer--
hundreds of orange
flowers have fallen,

lie scattered on the earthen
shore of my rectangled
backyard,

when a peripatetic hummingbird,
a tiny graceful busy-body
of the infinite
blue,

swooped and sashayed and
swooped some more towards

and away from me in waves
of blissed out delight

as I silently sit sipping
a first cup of morning

coffee gazing upon
this creature of pure
astonishment--

a speed freak seahorse
of the open sky

who greets
with quivering
eagerness

bleary-eyed surprised
beachcombers,

dawn’s amazed lucky
slowpoke denizens

of these
landlocked
suburbs

each and every
blessed dawn.

Bedtime, Sunday

At first we howled
and howled....

our laughter
wild, so crazy
loud.


(There are places
on earth
where we'd
be jailed

for the way
our noises
did assail

the once,
oh so silent,
dreamy night..)


and then somehow
shot outside thought's
tight realm, I fell

down into your
creamy
lips and thighs


which swept us
up in soft
moans and
sighs,


as I kissed you
deep and long,
hot lust burned

our pink asses
ablaze with
unmild yearning,

broke through
crusts of old
stale armor

to crest and erupt
in animal
song!


And then,
your shrieks
of joy lifted

our pleasure

beyond the bed
and room,

far far

from mere
human measure


where we orbited
in the sweetest
cosmic spinning


until quite
exhausted
and guiltily
grinning,


our new love
nest shone

next to a silvery
moon,


a wet 
crescent

of such
perfect
quiet,


we collapsed
gratefully
into this,


our lovers' swoon.

A Chant To Leap By....

Real faith

is allowing

 

ourselves

to know,

 

in our

deep

bones

 

that,

 

through 

unseen 

space,

 

we are

 

forever

 

free-falling.

Walk After Blood Ritual

The dark tree shines
with silver light

just a few feet
off the wet
and muddied
path.

It reveals itself
through sheeted
rain like a full

moon rising
over the far hill,

and I am stunned,
delighted by such
radiant glistening
beauty.

Ahhh..to be met
here so brightly
in these lush
Irish woods

with such a subtle
uncovering.

I stand rooted
and tall,

a new man
thankful
and happy,

my good heart
softened by this
shimmering gift

of surprisingly
clear sight.

Hiking Otay Mountain

i slipped the day-pack off
my sturdy shoulders,

and, smiling with the day,
lay flat on my back
on a small soft patch

of green, a steep
boulder strewn hillside
stretched far above,

the slender seductive
gorge beckoning
below.

i gazed up as in an easy
dream, the clouds

grazed lazily across
great fields of sky

and i offered my puny self
to the wondrous
silent moment

and the tantalizing promise
of rain, a scent of
wetness in the wings,

nourishing and
freeing for
all that is

or will be

on this
amazing
earth.

KING OF SKY-SEA

earth's prayer

earth's prayer

The fecund earth
beckons us
forever with
blackberry

bushes and
wild raving
birdsong,

welcomes all
here together
in such a fertile
glistening,

asks again
and ever
again

(because we do
not yet know
how to listen):

please relinquish your
boyish weapons,
your rifle-minded
stalking,

your dank strategic thinking.

Learn to deeply smell this
dark and gracious soil,

feel inside your given body
the earthworm's swivel
swirl and toil,

so slowly life's immense
handwriting and its
half- hidden sister
death

may now arise
like the orange
shining sun

within your
sacred flesh,

(the story's told
that from stardust

was made this
gorgeous

breathing
heaving
chest.)

Morning Commute

There’s an oblong
lake I’ve

invited into
my chest,

its clear shimmering
water lifts
my heart

high through
this big blue
sky

while I speed
down the
concrete

freeway
to work.

"Face on My Egg"--oil on canvas

"Istanbul Beckons"

"Fabric Awaits"

"Venus Up a Tree"

"A Grand Twirling" -- New Painting

sacred art by HH

liquify

Jumping Ship

I stand on the gray edge
of a huge aircraft carrier
in the middle of the sea,

a sailboat is pushed off
the massive metal barge
into the ocean far below.

It spreads wings, floats
downwards like a strange
plane or man-made bird
into the water’s huge expanse
waiting to receive this offering,

now I'm here alone on the gun-metal edge
of the ship and gaze towards the small boat,

it’s now a tiny blemish on infinity’s face,
and tell myself, ‘it’s only 29 feet to fall’,

gathering enough courage to step off
the ship into empty space, I’m falling
floating flying for what feels like minutes

through this void where people do not
go, down and down and down and now

watching myself from the deck above
I know this is many feet higher than 29,

it's dangerously far above what is there
underneath, more like a 10 story building
from ship to sea

but I splash into mother ocean
with no apparent injury, a kind
of fool's miracle

that I’ve landed safely ( i think)
next to the sailboat, what is next
i do not know for certain,

it does involve braving deep waters
and a willingness to live within
elements other than dry land.

"TASTED, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN"

one simple red fruit,
fat and glorious

(hopefully tasty)

so swollen in its own
juicy pink
floodwaters,

picked today
under scorch
of high sun

in a dusty dry,
almost infinite
field at the end

of a twisty rutted
road,

and I can't help
but smile lustily

as my impatient lips
smack with pleasure

and my hungry
enlightened tongue

invites the pregnant
strawberry-

this sugared
ruby-

bite by perfect bite,

seductively

notoriously,

down into the dark
appreciative
dampness
within.

....then the diminutive nun....

"....then the diminutive nun, beclouded in her repressed lust and dark drapery of thick black flowing garments, hoisted the gleaming hatchet, smiled grimly and crossed the Venetian footbridge in fog, a holy predator on the prowl for the sweet misguided blood of the laity...."

Waterfall Economics

it’s a fact that stocks can suck
the dough right out
of your once fat wallet,

deflate your bottom
line like a sad collapsed
balloon drifting in a gutter

and piss off your reeling
crippled ego while

a nightime Niagra slams
and crashes your
flailing hopes
for freedom:
 
a used-up styrofoam cup
flies weightlessly

over the treacherous
granite lip

down deep into
the swirl
and boil below.

free speech

A free speech in the spaciousness
of the public square with the slant

of Autumn sunshine softly
illuminating all corners
of wild wondering
imagination

or the honest meandering
conversation late at night
between old friends

after long day's 
work is done

enliven the heart and open
us to the embodied vibration
of welcomed,no longer

thwarted or confused
contradictions:

the lone traveler, weary
and aching with hunger,
is greeted with a smile
at the oaken portal

and served platefulls
of hearty food before

falling into 
the well-earned 

embrace
of bed.

Consecration

Nothing,
No thing,
Can be
Elevated

Until it has mastered
Descent’s quirky
Humbling call.

No soul without body
No spirit without soul
No body without spirit

No reality without imagination.

That sharp-angled rock
On your small wooden
Hearth speaks

A language
All its own,
Carries the mountain
Still

In its red bones
Like a cougar
At the kill.

It wants you
To put down
The pen

And listen.

Now.