Where is the wick of compassion
From Candles snuffed out
Too often with violence?
Lying beneath now solid wax,
Awaiting a Phoenix to burn yet again!

Light the wick and quicken the wax!
Carve it out and trim it down;
For Flames to reach skyward
Need wax and wick,
Both birthed and berthed in generous care!…

When the darkness comes,
Do not turn or run;
Lest it creep and stalk,
Hiding in stares of mirk and mock

Walk not hurriedly past
When aching arms reach out to you;
For blind bumps and glances can bruise and scar,
Haunt and hate, hunt and hurt!…

 

 

 

 

Last night I danced with the trees
When they stole away from their stance
And prayed in the forest with the stars all about!

A branch caught my small clothing
And I ran laughing naked
Til pausing in a field lit by a great white ball

Twas the moon looking down
Holding me sway in her gaze
She grew ever larger as I stared in her face

I could see my own naked shadow in her smile
Seeming larger from the distance
With edges all ablaze

Then turning to dew drop
I poured into the sky
And dived in the cup of the moon’s fluid face

 

tpt 8/19/2015…

We stood in the earth, and I watched Your clear eyes;
They grew and then softened as You breathed in the sky.
I lost my light footing in Your terrible exhale,
Blown fierce into ribbons of burnt oranges and yellows!

 Such beauty unfathomable I spun in the air,
Til placed as a star, You pointed at me.…

Brush bristles of smudged dreams drench my skin
Clairvoyant colors bleed deep in my veins
Dove draughts of mottled burnt offerings anoint me
I fling fistfuls of joy from my careless abandon

My soul is a canvas stretched taut yet so supple
I pine for the pressures of tincture and framings
Spiraling centers of coarse refinement
Breach the tide of my random a-musings

Sullenly slipping my grasp it releases
Frothing to flowing in rays of confection
Whirling to settle in flexible visage
‘Til adornment beacons my lover to gaze!                                        …