just a few of my words...

The Stars

 

The stars are dancing hydrogen

helium atoms in the Universal sky

— and in your night a lullaby.

 

The stars are expanding gases

hosting planetary spheres

spinning dimensions of time and space

— and in your night ancestors

holding your sacred place.

Sometimes

Sometimes I believe I am one person.

Sometimes I experience the sun as separate rays of light.

 

Sometimes the wind blows me sideways.

Sometimes the waves fill my mouth.

 

Sometimes my breath is the breath of the forest across the ocean.

 

Sometimes I am in a crowd or circle of people quietly praying.

Sometimes I am in a crowd or circle of people singing.

 

Sometimes all the fireflies blink in unison.

Sometimes the trees are humming to encourage the saplings growth.

 

Sometimes I feel the Earth breathing.

 

Sometimes the Earth holds me at its core, my forehead opens and I experience floating outside the Earths energy.

Once I saw a beautiful vision, a multicolored sphere, full spectrum rays of light

moving waves, fields and ribbons of energy– the breathing Earth and its electromagnetic body

one field reflecting humanity in this time and place

 

And sometimes I am all of humanity causing the unbalanced wobble.

And sometimes I am the part of humanity tilting the field toward love.

 

Sometimes the Earth’s energy as part of a spiral galaxy is shown by the splash of stars in the milky way, and the alignment of planets, visible in the early morning sky.

Sometimes I am in this galaxy gazing at Andromeda.

 

And sometimes in the dark night, I experience the celestial light of over a billion years ago as photons hitting the backs of my eyes.

 

 And sometimes all I can do is sit in silence.

Sometimes all I can do is sing.

Sometimes all I can do is smile at a stranger.

 And sometimes all I can do is look you in the eyes with love.

Mary Kay arrives to Heaven On the back of a Harley

–dedicated to Mary Kay Crawford, 1937-2014

(Mary Kay was an art therapist. This poem is based on a drawing she completed called, A date with ED)

 

Oh my God, she exclaims

As she enters the diner

which, between the

fluorescents and Formica, glows pink.

 

Coffee, black and lemon meringue pie!

she orders, taking a seat at the counter.

How you doin’? She asks the man already seated there. More roll than man, he sits in layers spilling over the counter stool.

The slice of pie arrives and is passed, have some please, she insists.  It is wonderful.

 

Yes, Yes, it is. He smiles at her over his lowered fork.

And under the buzz of fluorescents, the layers give way to love.

 

Thanks, he shouts after her.

 

Clang, the bell slams against the glass door.

He sits, clean cup and plate

beside him.

Thank You for Showing Me the Opposite is True

When the suppression crew arrives they are warmly welcomed by Wisdom and Grace with bows and an invitation for a walk.

See how the prairie is flourishing

Look at how the compass plant follows the sun through the day

Let’s pause and notice the cup plant still holding the early morning dew

Look at the blazing stars holding the celestial light attracting the butterfly

Notice the splash of coreopsis, purple coneflower, aster, and milkweed

See how the tall grasses leave little room for invasives. 

 

Welcome, welcome, the prairie is flourishing.

If we are need of suppressing invasives– the buckthorn and honeysuckle,

we will certainly call your crew for the controlled burn

to spark the ancient seedbed. 

I

This morning, the rainbow

before the rain

 

The sky a diffuse light.

 

II

War, illness, mass shootings, a world in flame

 

leaving behind a home, bank accounts,

photos and grandmother’s needlework

 

in that moment, none of it matters,

 

only the hand in

your hand

as you pass death

on the street.

 

III

Epigenetics now tells us

what some already knew,

for seven generations trauma is imprinted

on the soul.

 

IV

Some are turned toward leaving,

taking intergalactic space,

 

rockets burn through

the atmosphere.

 

V

And those who always have

love the Earth anyways

 

the song, the dance, the tears

penetrate that greedy ash

 

the rain.

When I say the clouds

I mean the moving energies of this day

 

the emotion freely moving across the sky

offering an example of how beautifully holy

 

it is to be

 

stratus, cumulous, nimbostratus

cirrus, cumulonimbus; a moving cast

 

in the environment of only this day

loosely held to form

 

when I say the clouds

I mean thank you.

 

When I say the birds

I mean the closer moments

 

of the swift and fleeting wing

a joyful passing of sound

 

when I say the birds

I mean the energetic vibration of love

 

Above it all, noctilucent clouds, ice crystals

in the mesosphere 

Genetics Undone

Elegant threads of DNA

genetic predisposition

softly blown away

with an extended exhale.

 

A spiraling journey

along strands of time

family inheritance, past

present and future unwind.

 

Elegant threads

a fine embroidered vestment–

Celtic knot, Nordic blue weave that center

the red, orange hue of the passing day.

 

Energetic strands now lay as waving lines

rippled through quantum fields

vibrating high and true. A family legacy

to honor and not possess.

This Days End

Tonight, I lay at the threshold of this day’s end

and die to everything known

vessels, skin, organ, and bone

connective tissue, mitochondria

all set free.

 

Tomorrow, I slip into the sensual

temple of this body,

bow to you and

smile in kindness.

 

 

Teacher, teacher

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