the great love of my life lives up in the sky I can only hope that when I die the Gods will be kind and send us to plains of flowers and rain perpetual beauty a world without pain we’ll sip nectars and wines of worlds from whence we came dream up songs and silly … Continue reading In the land of fire and ice
Category: Poetry
Curious scientist of the soul
In lands of love Barefoot Breaking control Seven cities Float in the clouds Above Below Between worlds We can see now How it all changes Swim or sink Like a little stone Melt in the lulls Of breath exchanges Dreams that flood Ancient craters Lead us fearlessly Into the darkness That made us To transform … Continue reading Curious scientist of the soul
Stone & Water
Water and stone Cold is the anti-numb The touch of her insistent fingers and thumb Reminds me of the electricity that swims Between my cells’ membranes So thin I cannot know where the air and water start and end Light is the only sign of time And the rocks have no skin I hear the … Continue reading Stone & Water
The Green Hillside
Inward, spiralling The river of awareness Finds us finding Little tensions to sweep Along a spine that dreams Carry slivers of me I hope for it to find Become a current of emotion Wash clean the mind ... The waters move slow Run deep Like dandelions on the green hillside tousled by the wind Always … Continue reading The Green Hillside
A Word
All a poem needs is just a word A word to spark a flame in the heart of the listener Who also wishes to be heard That word could be blue The word could be hunger The word could be baby or daisy or dove Any word that begs, listen Please listen with love And … Continue reading A Word
into the earth
we move we shake we ground we build roots here in this place where gravity binds us here we are found swim with me into the sandy dunes walk along the water and howl at the moon dance the dance you’ve never danced before and you may discover as we wonder along the ocean’s mysterious … Continue reading into the earth
the truth is
I am nothing sand crumbling blown by the wind erosion is my becoming ... the truth is I am a tree these roots planted by none other than ... the truth is lovingly unknowable as it folds and unfolds like the sea taking with it what no longer is or ought to or can hardly … Continue reading the truth is
for alina
move slow that I may catch stars flying through the night like schools of silver fish slipping through fingers and puffs of short breath snatched by glorious heights. they long to know to know how to breathe how to be how to move slow slow enough to wander like the shepherd who knows the plains … Continue reading for alina
hold you again soon
as castles crumble and mountains rise upon this earth we tumble careless as the dancing tide
Where is my attention?
To let go of intention? Move inward Seek outward Interconnection. Find a curious resemblance When I strip down dependance On others to complete me It turns, inevitably To interdependence. Look. Perhaps. Unfold and collapse. Violent and still. The gentlest thrill In each gap and lapse Where attention shines oddly Strange colors and sounds Questions, holy … Continue reading Where is my attention?
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