Saturday, July 30, 2016

in other words

from the love

i feel like i inhabit you
when i find you in the bed in the morning
i feel your heart beating
the curl of your lip
how it contains galaxies 
and wonder
this sweetness
that infuses everything
like a drop of omnipotent wine spilled in an ocean

Sunday, July 24, 2016

love is

love is the way your body feels
when you imagine touch
when you hold your energy in your first chakra
when your lungs expand and fill with breath

love is the way a smile hits your mouth 
and your eyes 
when you remember what
love feels like

the soft rhythm of soul
a beat
listen to my heartbeat*

love is even in the footstep of an angry lover
and the slamming of a door

when colored light fills the sky 
or hits a surface just so
in the brilliance of shell, of wings
flight

love is the heart, tickle 
when the object of love is present, 
a glance, and the muscle

the way a tear drop warms your cheek

it's the wind
leaves rustling
water flowing
the scent of an ocean, rock

in a cocktail decorated with nasturtium
twist ties
glitter, metal, smiley face, laughter, lint, broken glass

the stranger who elicits what you've lost and what you long for

it's the shape of a word, the stroke of a brush on paper, a note held by horn, brass bowl, keyboard, voice

it's birth, acceptance, holding the hand of the dying, forgiveness and allowing what is

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

stop. and experience the blessing.

discussion tonight was around how we tend not to stop much to notice. that our minds and our bodies want to do and think and move and distract, from the quiet stillness of our effortless being. without further ado, invite you to stop. put this away, you have permission.

in presence, you are free.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

autobiographical facebook criticism

"she was callous with her beauty
and brutal with current events."
a madman drive a truck into a crowd, with a gun drawn. read, madman. the picture showed a flaming eiffel tower. she posted in reply, a picture of a deadly nightshade flower. and her comment was, and in other news...



Tuesday, July 12, 2016

give me a being to love

my friend from college, we lost touch, but one time she sent a card notifying of the birth of her child, maybe second, and she said 'give me a being to love.'

i just thought that was poignant and beautiful.

there is no time

iwhen are you coming back? she says.

"he fed us words like baby birds. beauty in lines. brightly colored strips of rhymes.

strong calves, tanned flip flopped toes, big petite nose.

oh dad, i remember when you held me close and i could hear your watch go tick tick tick in my ears. and i cried for us, our time, our years.

always trying to prove that he's not toothless. where do we go now that we are ruthless?"

commentary: where does ruth stop and we begin? trick question, as ministers might be prone to do. they are ordained. we change when reverence becomes our way.



Thursday, July 7, 2016

when I was young I never thought

http://youtu.be/XzV7FiuDYKo

that I would be living alone and finding Yoko Ono

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

art, art, and more art


robert larson, my friend from high school
found object collage. all he dedicates himself too, and his wife.


cuba

cuba

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we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.