Gaia

when my being called to you
from the small of this dusty belly
on the path, your bosom lit for me

and these, the words I chased for
to paint those briefest of minutes
as the day fell through the leaves

 2009

I, who am nothing

Of which of me there is nothing
I pick the scabs from the lip
of this non person
with only a heart
like a black that needs it white
I desire , to receive
a ray of sun
in my open upright bowl
from the creator


2009

It is

Past everything
In words
This very moment
Exceeds the dream
Each step
Has a heart beat
a rhythm to breathe
and a warmth to the feel
as sun rays hit the skin

2003

Somewhere in Notting hill

Backup on my lane
The Spokane officer of the shadows
Waiting on my derelicting sadness
That forgot to do its torture

So as in a journal
I keepeth a daily light
for this recondite soul
to sip of its inspiration

2008

When you decide

If you come in
The door is open
Sit down
By the window
Squint into the wind
around the evening sun
With your pores
Linger, to see what comes

Await the glass of water
Offered up, for thirsting
For the word
That knows the soul
And has nothing
But the hope on its back

In this deceit, a gilded cage
Lies the clenched heart
calloused by fear
until the compassion
to come
when you decide



2008

  

The Unfinished

At the door
To the dark ocean
Screaming the Tao

of Subterranea
of a quest
For a knowledge
In all places deep

Before we relinquish
this hallowed Awareness we keep

When you leave here
Will all that enlightens
Hold up the washing
Be there for you on Monday
Train and highway
Remember to breathe


2008

Self help 101

weakly unreliable
enduringly resolute
opposing voices
for regrets to indulge

sculpted like a rock
in the worldly tradition
in toil, I won’t crack
or abase my definition
if by fate I am peppered
by life's situations

praying for courage
to escape from the blues
on the voyage
to the self
with no colourful hues



2008