Fill our days

What if we were as fierce
about seeing
finding
knowing beauty
as ugliness, fear, and lack?
Would we not become greater protectors
of the overlooked and precious?
Would our focus not
change
from what we want to avoid
to that asking
for further creation?
From being barefoot on rain-soaked earth
while sun breaks clouds overhead,
to cinnamon in coffee,
the perfect heat of a shower,
sustained note of a well-played cello,
to strangers reaching for each other’s hands,
and friends who have plenty to eat,
a car that starts,
the woodpecker we’d like to curse
for waking us out of sleep-only-
its tapping brought us a view of the sunrise,
and places in existence where peoples
are honored and heard.
Wouldn’t the goodness flood us
even if
nothing else could we sense but
the beating of our own heart-
wouldn’t miracles fill our days?

And if?

And if the stars are talking to you

through closed sash and latched window?

And if the tree sway would catch you in a dance

were you only to step outside at dawn?

And if the thick green pond might turn blue

if you’d catch its eye while passing by?

And if the coyote call one ridge away

could reach your naked aching ear 

were technology not wedged tight,

filling the cracks where nature could get in?

And if the ducks recently born,

hiding beneath the bowering bracken

edging the water

could gather your attention as you do theirs,

would this love affair ripen

and our wild and sacred

no longer be made into amusement parks?

There is a begging for fidelity here-

make this wild love affair true.

It is our one way through.

Pearls

Pearls lay before you.

Seek corn

and luminescence is not what you’ll find;

gobble your share and be satisfied.

Pearls lay before you,

touch light to see

and knowing will grow.

So it begins

So it begins

with

but They but They

and the story pretzels and snarls

morphs into a thorny thicket

of

Yes but.

So it begins.

Reaching in with pruners and magnifying glass,

a madness of 

I will get clear!

muscles work, tire,

eyes pierce, squint, wrinkle-

strength and a certain Sight grow.

One silent morning arrives

with a way through,

not simply a way through,

a path clear- as intended-

and They

are long gone.

Suddenly, dust still in suspension,

the same pain jolts its head through packed earth

and there’s no

But They

anymore.

Only you.

And so it begins…

your Beauty

your Beauty

She’s an inner star.

Her light

dims 

with attempts to purchase.

Put away the credit card.

Remember who you are.

Searing darkness

How searing the Darkness.

Sights, dismissed, rise

through earthquaking uplift,

making smaller even

the microstrains of normalcy.

Withholding time from the forgotten,

the never known,

ends

when what had been thrown aside speaks,

“I am you.”

Thank the breath still given and

every fiber of your being

for the strength

to bring the orphaned and hated and dispossessed

close enough

to see the pain in their eyes,

and to assemble what Light

does soothe.

Falling in love

In the honey-lined quagmire, 

fantasy brews laughter, chemicals, climax,

a limited union, the earthly grail.

Perhaps,

perhaps reaching

after fascinating projections-

dazzling confections of human wonder-

helps us

to find lost parts of ourselves calling

calling

for expression.

Falling in love may be a seeing

of our pieces, scattered and buried,

and a coming home

to what had been left behind.

With morning light

Possum climbs,

turkey flies,

mountain lion scales

the world tree.

Let not the abstraction keep you

from seeking roots and canopy

joining here and now

to everything.

Rainbow’s colors extend beyond the range

of simple sight.

Ready your claws, flutter the brush tips of your wings,

and remember dangling from a curled tail

is familiar as waking with morning light.

Bark against fingertips,

each with their tiny circle of identity,

will become a welcomed roughness

softening into skill.

Calling:

an offering
a prayer
an echo of love
a falling a catching a gathering
a print in the sand.
this is not a doing
a fixing
a changing, opposing, a push.
against by nature creates more of the same.
seeing the gateway in unbroken wall,
that is the way.

Full circle view

walking a path
moments arise
when the ground underfoot
disappears,
a little free fall
gives new vision
upside
down
isn’t
right side up
unless
it happens enough
to be forgotten..
with full circle view
one becomes whole in the turning