We sit darkened inside

Deep bodying, Still Being

Breathing, gasping

At phantoms of fate

Waiting, wondering

How nothing shines forth

As sparks of shadow

Glimmer in faint absence

Light is our god

But God is the night

Hiding entangled

In stars of the dark

Going to ground

To strike the stone

Eyes grow accustomed

To caves without exit

Facing all directions at once

There is no behind

Yet strangely we sense Someone

Other than self

Tpt 6/22/2019…

You came in October
In a thousand wings
Nothing particular
Just one in the many

Fishing and flying
From lake to lake
Eating your fill
Delighting the seer

As time went by
The numbers declined
The lakes fished over
‘Til 12 left on a log

In the evening, taking turns
Each landed to rest
Gliding and clumsy
In imaginal grace

Until just one
Stands in the shallow
As I from the bank
Share the silence

Day after day
We sit and see
The heart beating
Across the rippled wet

Alas, Now I can’t find you
The many in the one-
Where have you gone…
Where have I gone?…

I woke up this morning
And said “I’m ready to go…”
A tear welled up in my eye.
I don’t know what it meant;
Someone deep down or high up surely must

The wind chimes dance
With an unseen partner,
And the movement is music;
Yet still there is sadness
that cannot find its home.…

How does God die
When fear shudders

Divine death has no shame
But only a space to breathe

A dark cave carved
Where fear seeks to hide

Yet can it be so…
That death is not scared

Where time pauses
And space inhales

There is the doorway
The threshold of birth

Where death dares
Take its new name

—-LOVE

…

Have you heard
the sweet birdsong
in the flame?

Such fierce gentleness
igniting the
yearning.

…Shrill, still, imperfection…

Rising incense
from singed wings
praise the skies

tpt 1/31/2019…