and maybe we did not know at some time there would be a time in which there was no time like this present like that past like some future we did not know that we would not need time to measure to gauge our pleasure to account to amass amounts to assign a span limitedContinueContinue reading “know time”
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dust bowl
what need have i to try to try and muster and then become a-fluster an entangled cluster when knowing full well the dust would just settle if i could de-nettle and freely sit still and dwell for a simple spell outside this hell that i formed from nothing and pretended it was something
id tag
swallow these words like nothing you’ve heard chew up the verbs and make yourself round by the sounds of the nouns what would you be if you could only see with no words to drink what would your thoughts think how could you enshroud your being out loud without a language with which to engageContinueContinue reading “id tag”
time collapse
i will not collapse in some fashion like toy soldiers in a row i might line up like ducks and quack as i flow i will step out of line with your so called time i will collapse into myself like books on a shelf in abundance and overflow
time gait
this is the time i sat idly not wildly but mildly by by the wayside not in the riptide but like a blimp ride against my pride this is the time i felt wasted not laced in but faced inside inside the collapse of the time lapse that never filled in the gaps of myContinueContinue reading “time gait”
your being
doing the work is not the same as being the work and in the working it out there is really a working it in and this working is not the same as laboring so much as it is the savoring of reabsorbing and conforming to your natural normaling so yes do the work if itContinueContinue reading “your being”
out write
i can write in a vacuum i can write in a back room i don’t need a mushroom to make my words bloom i don’t need a big voice to make known my choice
galactic swimming
those planets lost their power when i realized at this hour i could utterly devour the tides they tried to turn just by jumping in
word less
there will always be more paper and ink than what you’ve left unwritten there will always be more noise in the air than what you’ve left unspoken there will always be more density in the mind than lightness in your soul only and always if you remain wordless
heart safe
i will not lock my heart in a box as if it were a safe i will not issue keys and codes for you to enter my space i will not wall with brick and mortar to cover up my face i will wear my heart upon my skin as if it were my race
that which
i want that i am that that which i am i can only see what is already me so that which i think i am longing to be is already a part but feels fallen apart somewhere in my heart and i go searching again then i stub my toe from my grasping and woeContinueContinue reading “that which”
polaroid preacher
the camera wed our souls that day beneath the crabapple tree the camera it bore witness through the blossoms’ canopy the camera clicked and captured what no one else could see that our spirits eternally were destined to be free it snapped and shuttered and joined us connected at the roots but not in tetherContinueContinue reading “polaroid preacher”
hoofing it
may the horse in your heart hear its own hooves and know that it is running from nothing may the wolf in your windpipe hear its own howl and know that it is clawing at nothing may the crow in your crown hear its own caw and know that its crying for nothing
dog soul
there is a tiny puppy that lives inside my soul it yelps at me to feed it and clanks upon its bowl it leaps at open doors and doors that i have closed it woofs and wants to be set free it nudges with its nose it whines when it is unseen it tugs andContinueContinue reading “dog soul”
feather brain
i got caught for a moment in the thought of a wallow i knew it was there when my stomach felt hollow it begged me to weep and suffer the arrows but when i heard what it needed they were just baby sparrows who all had been trapped in the weight of my gut flutteringContinueContinue reading “feather brain”
waxing away
may you be that wick that dips and dunks and dives into the depths of all your lives here and now there and then coating itself in wax with experiences and layers of once molten and then hardening layer upon layer experience upon experience knowing always and at any time you may be a-lit fromContinueContinue reading “waxing away”
much nothing
how much may we make of the nothing at stake how deep may we bask in this time that won’t last how heavy might we get in the weight of the net how tightly must we grasp to the lungs’ last gasp yet how lightly can we play with the dawning of one day howContinueContinue reading “much nothing”
put down
let go what you thought was us what you thought was you put down the frown that you felt fit shed the scowl that you might miss drop that story of what you were told was you by them for us let go what you carried thinking it would serve because it once had nowContinueContinue reading “put down”
wrong of way
keep your head down keep your hopes low put your mind in the gutter and row row row keep your light dim keep your face hid sink your chest in bury that grin keep your brow cross keep your bow flossed put your time in the race never lose pace keep your jaw on aContinueContinue reading “wrong of way”
make less
do not suppress nor shrivel in regress but do make less make less of more peel away all the lore until left with the core pluck every petal expose each prickly nettle until you are left with only what settles the essence the innocence the incense of life
no promises
i was not promised not even this to leap and bound and live in bliss i was not charged not even tolled to toil and grunt and die as old i was not anything not even now to be more something than i know how
tried on
i tried so hard to sink into this soul downward and backward as if it were a bowl i breathed and blew bellowed like a flue and summoned all i knew i sulked and sunk i hulked and dunked contemplated like a monk i tried so wide to fill up this space to care andContinueContinue reading “tried on”
grasping ghosts
and even as we gather to try and wind the floss we find the spool unravels by the shroud that we have lost and until we gain a tension on the most gossamer of threads we grasp and grip unwittingly at the vapors from the dead for now, let’s free the stranglehold of clinging toContinueContinue reading “grasping ghosts”
nothing this
in the nothingness that is all this may we fall into bliss in the everything that is all that may we climb out of the vat in the in-between that is all else may we know it as ourself
still sitting
in your sitting still, child did the world come to you did it float down like a feather into the open palms of your hands and while you still sat did the pearl come to you did it spurt forth from the ocean released from the shell and the foam and still while you wereContinueContinue reading “still sitting”
spinning silk
i am that thread spun from sugar wrapped around your wrist i will not melt from your pulsing but i will dissolve as i wish i will glisten when you listen and i will blend into your skin i will sour by the hour when the darkness comes back in
dark trek
i watched your shadow walk away because you closed the door it looked so small for the space it held and sank into the floor then it morphed and clung on each lit stalk of grass taking on a life of its own and swallowing up our past i watched it until the sun wentContinueContinue reading “dark trek”
turned around
you looked back once, again, and lastly you shot me daggers not like blades but like flames that made my paper heart flutter not like butterflies but like ash incinerating my fragile flickering, tissued, love lantern had you turned around you would have seen the pile on the ground the grey the dust the fragmentsContinueContinue reading “turned around”
rolling back
like a pinball off a paddle darling you were out that door and gone gone like you knew knew where you were going yes life has its bright lights and bells and whistles but it has its bumper cars too and like a pinball off the paddles you bounced and you raced and you rolledContinueContinue reading “rolling back”
well dug
don’t show me the endless, shallow ditches you dug the miles you crossed in ceaseless searching don’t show me the countless, abandoned cracks in the crust show me instead the hole you honed that turned into the pit that you dared crawl into and then you crept some more show me the well that youContinueContinue reading “well dug”
forgotten humor
if i forgot myself today forgot that i must be doing forgot the weight of waiting might i return from nowhere to everywhere all at once unweighted undone unwound and just for fun does being so serious add value on some scale i cannot see do i dare to measure or calculate a treasure byContinueContinue reading “forgotten humor”
under stones
looking under rocks does not get me closer to what the sun has graced looking into wells does not get me closer to recognizing my face looking over life does not get me closer to the future i embrace looking to the stars blinds me full with space
rabbit transit
It’s always been perplexing as to why folks would choose to have both children AND pets. It seems redundant in the responsibilities, risks, regrets and rewards. Pets seem the obvious choice and sure, I see where they have a lot in common with domesticated human youth. Children, like animals, can be raised to respect, obey,ContinueContinue reading “rabbit transit”
make room
now is the time of the mushroom that looms in the loam and blooms like a poem and unfolds like a foam a lark in the dark now lit by a spark unbeknownst til i awoke to the joy of its joke the surprise to my eyes in still gray the sun’s rise now isContinueContinue reading “make room”
a stretch
i may not teach you but am hoping to reach you where you are where you were in your all how deep will you go inward through caverns and echoes then to full and fulfilled one with the one that is you without the name without the frame without this game that calls us againContinueContinue reading “a stretch”
most all
i like to think i’m living amidst the almost and that that is everything almost everything because if it were the all of all and not almost what else would there be?
no what
you study hard and drink the ink swallow each word in hopes you’’ll sink into the depths of all the knowing you’d close the gap of this and that between the chasm in hopes you’ll fathom to know what?
last captor
and when you realize the last captor is you you don’t but you will and you don’t but you will and when you realize the last captor is you you can expend more time looking and trying to go back and explain to explore, repair and blame or you can immediately at once and forever forgive yourselfContinueContinue reading “last captor”
look out
why is the shadow louder than the light is it because we can stare down the well but not at the sun we can look into the canyon as if it were the sky we can see the clouds and we will see there is light
feral remains
may you remain slightly feral not so much so that humanity becomes your enemy nor society your alien but just so much so that mother nature is your kin feral enough that the rain causes you to raise your face to the sky not down to stay dry that the dirt calls your feet toContinueContinue reading “feral remains”
queued up
may your quest be of questioning with no need for answers may your quench be squelched not with liquid but more so with calling may your quill be quickened with the pace of your heart’s voice may your qualms be quieted with no news of knowing may your quilt be the quotient of all patchesContinueContinue reading “queued up”
natural cycles
the sun rose the bird chirped the musician strummed the dancer spun the drummer drummed the poet wrote the singer sang the painter stroked the owl howled the sun set naturally
bard dom
be the bard of your own borders the lines of which you cannot see that are yet to be written in the sand by your hand in the mist by your wrist in the air by your stare be the bard of your yard that has no fence without an entrance without need of defenseContinueContinue reading “bard dom”
life’s carnival
i wanted each one of those fake rabbit feet dyed in colors unnatural and each of those magical mood rings that could speak for what i could not say and the crystal domed snow cone of ice drenched in a rainbow the baby blue cotton candy and the pink one, too the feathers dangling fromContinueContinue reading “life’s carnival”
gate weigh
how heavily must you stress to press against the iron to move those rusted hinges because you think you want what is beyond the gate? is there really a weight or a wait? is there resistance? are your heels dug in and your head dropped down? look up look in the gateway to your soulContinueContinue reading “gate weigh”
running with quills
go ahead pluck that plume grab that falling feather from mid air dip the tip into the mud write your story in earth
write again
when i write i am real when i think i don’t feel when i speak i’m not heard when i scribe i’m a bird if i leap i will fly if i look i will die if there is reason in all that matters may i be forever mad as a hatter
doubt less
and in what world would it make sense for one to be born into hesitation? do you see the river reluctant to flow? in fear of breaching its banks? do you find a frog in mid leap? in distrust that it might land? if you were to become, again, anew this day with no knowingContinueContinue reading “doubt less”
sick nest
flee they said fly free this nest is best left empty
in gradients
there is no recipe to get it right no exact mix nor measure which will guarantee our life to be one that equates to pleasure there are only guesses and guides messes and backslides to move us onward to make us collide into our wholeness that return into our solid selves which makes us feel moreContinueContinue reading “in gradients”
chalk dust
color me in chalk dunk me in dust coat me in ash let my life chisel the crust
known knot
beguiling this you ambiguity beguiling and beckoning and beaconing because you are truly life as we do not know it truly life alive ambiguous in your defiance of the stasis which is death always a reminder to pause but not to stop nor stand still in fear await for an answer to questions unasked unaskableContinueContinue reading “known knot”
go on
mid sentence she put down the books picked up a stone swallowed its story as it were her own exited the fog that was a door entered the mist that was nature’s floor stepped outward to step inward journeying on no path which was the path the only path that would ever be truly herContinueContinue reading “go on”
stick out
there was a stick and it got stuck and then it thought “i’m in the mud and i feel stuck but i am a stick so stillness and stuckedness must be my way and so although this mud it feels a mess and it is starting to set and hardened and tighten around me iContinueContinue reading “stick out”
off fire
would i look more alive if thrown into that fire? the one with the flames hypnotic chaotic overly exotic but oh so distorted contorted overly reported as to their import did you forget that calm is the way? stare instead at the ash it shows what it is
show enough
ancestors one a vein had nothing to show for it everything to lose everything to hide because it was all hidden within ancestors one a veil had everything to show nothing to hide nothing to lose because there was nothing there
one condition
you may never understand but you can always love and if you can’t yet understand but think you must first understand you may never love but if you can first love you may eventually understand
nuts! did you miss the podcast?
recently, i had the joy and delight of being interviewed by one of the most magical beings i have ever met; Sheila Masterson. Sheila hosted me on her amazing podcast, Living Tarot! we yarned about the creative process, listening to intuition in all aspects of life and how “messy” is not the same as beingContinueContinue reading “nuts! did you miss the podcast?”
simple complex
when the simplest of things delivers the greatest of joys is when you realize this is as complex as it ever need be again and always
illume innate
may the twilight sky’s hues be as whisper sheer as the pansy’s petal when held to the sun may its purples be like popsicle stains on your tongue on your shirt on the sidewalk may its tangerines be like the juices of rains on your window panes may its ceruleans be like the memories ofContinueContinue reading “illume innate”
pain fully clear
i see your pain not like a flame no rage afire instead it wafts like steam off the heat of the street like vapors only visible on an odd angle suppressed molten a-boil about to release an incarnate yearning dying to be set free that which it has not faced anger now awoken and aggravatedContinueContinue reading “pain fully clear”
LIVE squirrel!
THE BOOK IS AVAILABLE NOW ORDER SQUIRREL wondering where your wonderment went? SQUIRREL invites you to return to your inner awe. you may be asking “but, how do I know if SQUIRREL is the book for me?” if you answer “YES” to any of the following, seek SQUIRREL: do you have a short attention span?doContinueContinue reading “LIVE squirrel!”
earth angel
may your halo be made of sweet, plump honey bees may your shroud be a cloud of their golden nectar’s dust your dander from dandelions your perfume from peonies your lip tint from plums your blush from all blooms and berries earth angel
tree line
when the roots could go no farther down they widened and went out until they were left exposed like teeth dangling from rotten gums unearthed year after year after year the trees had crept backward they had shriveled they had hunkered down contracted from the earth’s contract that had been broken year after year afterContinueContinue reading “tree line”
what’s the difference?
maybe you were wondering just what goes on behind the scenes when you want to bring a dream (i.e. tiny book) to life. MAGIC MAGIC and HELP help from highly gifted people. here is just one example of the talented hearts that i have been blessed to work with on this book journey in bringingContinueContinue reading “what’s the difference?”
dense city
if you are going to dig through that mire through the mud if you are you going to dive deep into the dirt ask is it because you aspire for something to transpire? are you looking for the air or for the flat in the tire? you will find whatever is on your mind soContinueContinue reading “dense city”
avoid dance
so what if they’re not playing your song are you going to wait idly by avoiding the floor for the music out there to match the drum beat in your heart or will you turn up the soundtrack in your head and dance to your song no matter what other’s think they hear
still staying
sometimes staying still is actually stepping forward leaving may seem like going but leaving can be retreating so have you fled not faced retraced? or have you led not hid amid when you stay or when you go?
serpent tears
that snake will shed its skin and not one tear it does not fret and regret nor become upset it knows better it moves on with less friction and that bird with its molting does not turn to moping and that tree does not weep as the sap seeps as the leaves fall at itsContinueContinue reading “serpent tears”
the point
what is the point? or where? can you point to it? if you get there, will you know it? let me know because what really is the point? do two lines finally converge? if you walk far enough, focus hard enough or is there no point? in that nothing actually comes together convergence is emergenceContinueContinue reading “the point”
hold her
she held your space held your body held your hand held your hair held your heart she held her tongue
who knew?
i didn’t know. somehow i was supposed to tell you 3 years ago, that i was going to write a book last year and that this year i am publishing it. who knew? forgive me in this moment for not having the foresight with hindsight required. lesson learned!…? ok, with the future-past behind us (orContinueContinue reading “who knew?”
the remains
what remains to be said is often already seen what remains to be seen has often been said are you hearing what you are seeing? are seeing what you are hearing? what will remain of it?
deeper waters
know when the waters have become too shallow and the seas are too vast that it is no longer your time to buoy anchoring has kept you afloat without being adrift yes but when there are farther horizons and deeper oceans and they call they call to your now adventurous and brave spirit you must know theContinueContinue reading “deeper waters”
matter of taste
the nougat in the mushroom the mallow in the marrow the syrup in the blood the citrus in the synapse the nectar in the tear the pepper in the peat the spice in the cedar the liquor of the loam the wine in the weed are we one and of the same
knew again
and i promise when ever i see you again even though it will be new and what i think i knew of me and of you will need to be left aside to allow the new for what i knew of what was me and what i thought i knew of what was you willContinueContinue reading “knew again”
wood night triplets
three awoke amidst the woods the first, named WAS the second, IF the third, NOW lost and un-compassed they knew they must move on as the temperatures were dropping and the darkness grew darker WAS ran screaming backwards trying to retrace every step that it could not see to reach what it could not clearlyContinueContinue reading “wood night triplets”
confessing
today found me jealous of the moss of the mulch of the corpse of the cicada
mineral
i am water i am earth and thus mineral so i am mud i am metal rusting into the puddle who knows it is the ocean the ocean who knows it is a puddle and they do not need to profess or pontificate upon their universal unity in source, there is no need there isContinueContinue reading “mineral”
forget it
forgetting is the new remembering it’s trending but don’t worry trends don’t last and neither do your brain cells so why all the struggle to shove more info into your already overstuffed head hole? i don’t have the answer, but i can tell you if you want to remember, you have to forget what? yes,ContinueContinue reading “forget it”
exhausted?
and when you have finally been able to completely and without a doubt exhaust seeking, seeing and finding every ounce of beauty and goodness available to be found in the vastness of this existence then and only then may you go forth or should we say backward and dare to seek the ugly as ifContinueContinue reading “exhausted?”
weighting
what is the weight of waiting? if there is a lightness of being, present in this current pausing, then by all means, remain in the midst. let this time and space pass through you with ease. yet and when, the waiting gets weightier, we might begin to wonder, what is being lodged within? our attentionContinueContinue reading “weighting”
lava-sagna
It was the early 1970’s. Before the oil crisis. Gas tanks and wallets were pretty full. Life moved fast and it seemed there would never be a limit in place. Safety was optional or at least negotiable – like seatbelts, curfews, humanity. People had trouble and fun with trying to keep up. Plastics were exciting,ContinueContinue reading “lava-sagna”
don’t wish
a better tomorrow always seems possible, but have i abandoned today for it? we are always on the eve of something greater, yes. but have we celebrated every last second out of this moment, right now? and if not, i catch myself wondering, why? setting hopes afloat feels like fun yet, am i perhaps wantingContinueContinue reading “don’t wish”
moon beams
moonbeams they look like light bright when you are afar when you are upclose soft like milk in a jar
power play
all weakness is perception all strength is realization
vague
sometimes vague is all we have. and we must be willing to be ok with that or, it simply shows us that we might be clinging to an outcome that is out of our control. our thoughts are all we can control. we get to decide where our thoughts will go and then, decide again.ContinueContinue reading “vague”
no knock
we do not open a portal to peace. it is always open. we closed and keeping closing the door. no one will be knocking. you could have answered the silence. and entered the silence. at will. at any time. and then. you could have disassembled the imaginary hinges. once and for always. there will be no knock.ContinueContinue reading “no knock”
neutral
the power of neutral – can you at least get to neutral? can you summon yourself to crawl from the gravity? to stop the density that pulls you down? to not spiral? can you call yourself back from the tornado of chaos? can you land on terra firma? can you at least get neutral? neutralContinueContinue reading “neutral”
tilt
enough? is this the day when the pendulum’s swing is witnessed as far and as wide in the direction as we will ever again agree to ride with it?
stumblin’ in
welp, here we are. i promised a blog and so it begins. first, i want to thank you for being on the receiving end of this entry. it has really helped to apply exponential amounts of pressure which, i know, i asked for. sure, i have put a lot of pressure on myself over theContinueContinue reading “stumblin’ in”
this is that
this is that initial entry, that post, that first, fresh attempt at not trying. this is what i thought would be impossibly easy and seriously ridiculous. this is when i burned my journal and realized the transmutation had occurred. the words finally set free from the physical confines of that constricting composition book. here isContinueContinue reading “this is that”