The sacred motion of this verse
moves me to laughter
the trial of my brother
fosters forgiveness
suffering in each breath
before the gentle hands
of God lifts the earth.
Plant the roots deep here,
where tears mix with the sky
and the forester
is given the gift
of nurturing
love from soil
and stretching
to the stars.
Joy is easy here.
As easy as leaning into
all that is awake
and abundant
with the body.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Terminal
Spin around
until you are dizzy
dancing with the galaxy
Terminal with loving kindness
that is the healing salve,
the lowly
offering of relief
from all the urgent pain
we all suffer
just to suffer
until we open our eyes,
awake to our simple call
to prayer.
until you are dizzy
dancing with the galaxy
Terminal with loving kindness
that is the healing salve,
the lowly
offering of relief
from all the urgent pain
we all suffer
just to suffer
until we open our eyes,
awake to our simple call
to prayer.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Chosen
Let me be frank
as I punctuate
the ways we choose sides
The games of children
hosey and chisel the hope
from even the brightest spirits
I am lost.
The last to be remembered.
The last to be asked
about my own life.
I ask someone
to take my hand
in a holy circle
and lead me
to the other side.
Let me be chosen
for something
that means anything
to God.
as I punctuate
the ways we choose sides
The games of children
hosey and chisel the hope
from even the brightest spirits
I am lost.
The last to be remembered.
The last to be asked
about my own life.
I ask someone
to take my hand
in a holy circle
and lead me
to the other side.
Let me be chosen
for something
that means anything
to God.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Endless Winter
The wattle of too much pride
hangs from the wizened experiences
of the winter that wouldn't end.
Even as the warmth and light
wake me into a pinkish flush,
it does no good to try and convince
the mind to let well enough alone
and rest.
I cough into the cave of disbelief
and sigh, exhausted
from the repetition of my mistakes.
Lungs wheeze and contract
with breath that must struggle
and blow like a wind
across the parched prairie
of day after day
of denial.
hangs from the wizened experiences
of the winter that wouldn't end.
Even as the warmth and light
wake me into a pinkish flush,
it does no good to try and convince
the mind to let well enough alone
and rest.
I cough into the cave of disbelief
and sigh, exhausted
from the repetition of my mistakes.
Lungs wheeze and contract
with breath that must struggle
and blow like a wind
across the parched prairie
of day after day
of denial.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Lie Like a Fox
I wither
in the heat of this sun,
bound like a poor slave
and unable to steer my way
onto a peaceful path
where cool shadows of ferns
and flowers whisper relief.
The lobe of my ear waits
patiently for patient truth to guide me
toward the light of home.
I am listening for the joy of birds
but there is no rest in the night
for the fox has stirred all the branches
with his rough and hungry mind.
in the heat of this sun,
bound like a poor slave
and unable to steer my way
onto a peaceful path
where cool shadows of ferns
and flowers whisper relief.
The lobe of my ear waits
patiently for patient truth to guide me
toward the light of home.
I am listening for the joy of birds
but there is no rest in the night
for the fox has stirred all the branches
with his rough and hungry mind.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I Love My Children
Healthy
Whole
Kind
Patient
Funny
Creative
Smart
Intelligent
Peaceful
Thoughtful
Strong
Beautiful
Handsome
Focused
Determined
Wise
Sensitive
Attentive
Curious
Stubborn
Hungry
Thirsty
Angry
Sad
Lazy
Sleepy
Flexible
Entertaining
Loving
Mine
Whole
Kind
Patient
Funny
Creative
Smart
Intelligent
Peaceful
Thoughtful
Strong
Beautiful
Handsome
Focused
Determined
Wise
Sensitive
Attentive
Curious
Stubborn
Hungry
Thirsty
Angry
Sad
Lazy
Sleepy
Flexible
Entertaining
Loving
Mine
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Outside the Simplicity of Skin
What do I know of the journey
dreary as I meander
on a damp and slithering trail?
By the lamp that watches the slight
variations of air as I exhale,
you might think that the breath
was something to flop past
and trounce before it gets control.
That is not necessarily the case
and we can, instead, watch summer bugs
with hard shells and wings
know the way,
the slime and abandoned places to avoid
just long enough to retreat
and make a new life in the simplicity
and solitude
outside of skin.
dreary as I meander
on a damp and slithering trail?
By the lamp that watches the slight
variations of air as I exhale,
you might think that the breath
was something to flop past
and trounce before it gets control.
That is not necessarily the case
and we can, instead, watch summer bugs
with hard shells and wings
know the way,
the slime and abandoned places to avoid
just long enough to retreat
and make a new life in the simplicity
and solitude
outside of skin.
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