Sprinklers water garden lawn
Sirens in the distance
Seagulls spreading wing lift off
Mosquitos hungry witness
Eyelids close they’re curtain thin
My mother’s sleeping now
Sunshine pours and sea grass bends
Gently towards the light
Monthly Archives: May 2020
Light and love.
For once I’ve got nothing to say.
And that’s o.k.
Or, no…(insert breathe here)
Best not talk about it.
Best leave’er be.
Besides it’s 6:00am and
I can’t sleep so you tell me?
See, the sun’s still going to rise
and I’m still going to run
and Allen’s still going to love
everything and everyone.
And now that I believe again,
so it is, as it was, as it’s always been.
Light and love, light and love, light and love.
the bridge to Angel Valley
I set my intention
crossed the bridge to Angel Valley
unknowing of what was to come
but fully away of what I was leaving behind
I stood grounded, cool and calm
released of all tension
as if a lifetime had come undone.
It’s there I let go
of all those old ways of being
shed that snake skin feeling
and came back from beyond the pine
into that crystalline light
of my own healing.
walking the corner of my eye
If that’s not you
walking the corner of my eye
then who? I wonder,
who’s shadow unwinds?
Overhead like a compass,
creation of time. Time
and again, like time were a crime.
Wasted. Lost. Forgotten. Blind.
Memories fade, they never die.
So if that flutter of feather is you,
alright that’s fine. It’s much ado.
So when they ask you calmly why
won’t you share yourself with I?
I have and will, see I am I
unanswered we are now defined.
a Starry Night
How often do two minds dive
deep within the sea of time
whose infinite waters share the light
a moonlit dance if you’ll take mine
hand then we can share this sea
and dive to depths eternity
a Starry Night, Saint-Remy-de
it took an ear to hear you say
I see you, feel you, knew your name
long before that faithful day.
I will remain.
The grass is green getting longer
in the summer
there’s a barbecue and I’ve
got this rice paper journal
it’s eternal
like the sun over Nepal.
Now there’s these two little blue birds
singing softly, shadow dancers
on the lawn
I’ve got this quaint little feeling
there’s a reason
for the bull skull on the wall.
A plane flies overhead
a sky of blue, a sea of red
mountaintops and forest bed
remain…
The grass is covered with snowfall
in October
frosted snow caps on the lawn
yet still those two little blue birds
nesting softly
they sing their joyful song.
I lace my boots fill my canteen
need some relief
from the city full of drums
rucksack and trail unwinding
I’m reminded
of my love for everyone.
The rocks and sandstone bend
leaves fall from tree, I comprehend
there is no time still consequence
remains,
I will remain.
a new days morn
Golden white light
of a new days morn
pours through glass
another day reborn
In the ashes of night
there lies but a thorn
plucked from the side
no flesh had been torn
White sheets toss n tangle
cold toes on the floor
unfathomable visions
eyes closed I see more
Her inflow of breath
his outflow explores
the depths of her hair
do please stay the course
There’s reason in knowing
what comes from the source
in the golden white light
of a new days morn.
Blades of grass
Blades of grass
beneath my feet
rise and fall
and spring back
towards
my perception of sky,
and my eyes are blue
and my vision is clear
and I’m seeing sevens,
while my shadow flutters
and becomes the tree
which stands still as death
O Heavens! O Heavens!
your child’s due rebellion—
a gift,
now I can finally see.
Sedona sun
It’s a warm sensation
like the Sedona sun
pours light unto my eyes,
how I’ve had everything
I have always needed
right here inside of me.
I just needed to let it out.
A Thought After Midnight
I’ve often wandered
through this life
marveling at
the wind blown trees
and buzzing humming bees
and usually does it seem
I’m falling aimlessly
on fantasies
but lately could it be
all this time
there was someone
day dreaming just like me?
Words Of An Average White Male 