Friday, September 30, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011


I find myself perusing older poems:


I received you
Sweet mysterious unknown
Conceived in you
My own rebirth
For gazing into your heart
Full blown
And scampering out your eyeballs
Like stars cascading
Was your unique every-ness
Which signaled to me
My own

Being flesh of my flesh
Your purity cleansed me
Of filth that had deranged me

Being blood of my blood
Your beauty super-infused me
Until I could look even at myself
In all my fallible unquiet
And restless mirrors
That sold me short
And wrenched magic
From my tears
That laid me down
Like a slave
Staked to the ground
Even there-
In my reflection
Could I sensate
The blank goodness
Of Creation

Kneeling in harmony
With sky and sea
I touched your skin
Silken as the honey
Heard your utterings
Like the musing of the bees
Comprehended your deep core
Complex as the labyrinth
Of the honeycomb
Vibrating in time
Nestling in its stillness

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Awake Dreamer

I am awake and not awake
Asleep in my dreams
I awaken still dreaming
Wake inside waking
I dream in my morning
Streaming dreams
Spirit seeking Body quaking
I see the difference as very small
Or not at all