Friday, May 21

Inspiried by "The Fruitful Darkness"

its something about order
and chaos that keeps me coming back

like
whats resting in that space between you and i
her and that dwindling stream
him and those poplar trees
whats separating me from you
other then space
and what of that space is of us
anyway?

i find a strong sense of connection with the moon
cresent
waning now
becoming whole
again
like me
like you
yet empty in this process
we are in it
we are it
yet it is not us

so what then are we
other then spitited beings
rising up from places unknown
hoping that
amidst the darkness
we're striving to head towards the light
embracing all thats come to greet us on this path

my father always tells me when i'm down
"one foot in front of the other young lady,
its the only way"

so
we
keep moving
pushing forward
dancing upward
spiraling down
into a darkness that looks like our own
full of eternal light
sometimes stuck in that sticky rice space of
misconceptions of permanence

but this is a place where healing occurs
and what emerges
is something
all of your own

make it what you will
but keep moving
just keep moving
one foot in front of the other
says an old time Vietnam war veteran i know
just keep that body moving...

Monday, May 17

Salt of the Earth

she counted them as they fell,
lost track after 10
wondering
whats the point?

Saturday, May 1

Midnight Musings

Life is uncanny.
I'm not quite sure what is happening here.
Major shifts are abrewing.
I can feel it in the high desert air. I can hear it in the company of trees. I can see it in the zipping sound of the Black-Chinned Hummingbirds passing by.
This internal process is exponentially increasing.
As i begin the journey alongside the moving mountains of timeless beings, i'm realizing that all the wisdom i need is carried in those places i fear.
Like in the wild.
Like love.
Or truth.
Like in the darkness.
Falling.
All the secrets of existence are kept in there for safekeeping.
Seems like a sort of self-preservation.
An act worth studying.
Venturing into these places unfurls untold stories.
Mounting the horse and riding towards sunsets grace with fierce determination to survive.
Its the will to be.
To simply allow all there is compassing my world to penetrate even deeper this time.
Look up to Polaris for celestial north. Even beyond.
In the cave of boundless beauty and tragedy sits a crevice full of those who came before me.
Paving the way under season upon season of snow is a path
A moving path passing through all i thought i once knew.
Moving mountains before me, swelling oceans circumscribe.
Studying this 1,400-million year-old granite that i sit upon
Listening to the story of the returning sea
280 million years my ancestor.
Timeless resistance beckoning me back to original source
Like a fawn, standing for the first time, without mother, in a meadow full of wildflowers and butterflies