Alive is to grow
and die and birth

Human… to know
THAT we are alive

To love abundance
not as an observer

But by making love
Itself entrainment

To wake the dawn
in the new light

Where sight gives sway
to depths of trust

Acting in ways that
know only in faith

Going down deeper
to emergent rising

Stooping to levels
not seen but heard

As One pulse of novelty
vibrates inside darkness

Breaking sometimes gently
often painfully

Borders that protect
only insofar as they admit

Otherness that has somehow
already crossed inside

The stranger within that
risks life in death

Bearing true mind
in kindness of Heart

Embodying the soul
Shared wholly by all

Shall we place
each Other within?!…

Trees clad in Summer garb nourish and muffle sounds that we cannot or will not hear – like a train in the night,

Mechanical movement in metal presses down on Rail-
Gravity in locomotion without living fire.

Still we sleep untroubled in hammocks unattached to trees –
swaying and rocking in the winds of illusion’s lullaby…

Resting in the numbness and dumbness of mistaken identities
that curl up inside whatever we believe.…

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.…