aug 30

"no feeling is final"

sitting cross-legged in the present
joy bubbles from the core extending
from my spine in a ethereal blue glow
like an iridescent tree
strong and growing,
glowing

ah, take in a deep breath
exhale, smiling

nothing and no one reaches
permenance
no forever
interconnected eternal webs
of change, of dynamic nature force
like survival
the fit, the calm, the roots in my palms
watch my eyes growing deeper
as my hands gather scars
cuts and carves into the ground
tender earth soul

sitting cross legged under branches
who whisper "peace" in the breeze
live water heals memories
trees stir memories

rememberance is a form of meeting
forgetfulness is a form of freedom

i contain multitudes
when i dare to use my voice in service of my vision it does not matter if i am afraid

i speak
of change, of gratitude for growth
more than silver lining

of belief in the present
and in no feeling is final

may what i do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back
sitting cross legged- under branches
physican, heal thyself

water washes over me

aug 22-2010

I honor those who try
to ride themselves of any lying
who empty the self
and have only clear being there.

- - -

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.

Walk to the well.
Turn as the earth and the moon turn,
circling what they love.
Whatever circles comes from the center.

---

This world is a watery shadow of ocean-love.
That sea of light cannot be contained
in single human beings, so leave fragments,
and be the mountain.

---

When light returns to its source,
it takes nothing
of what it has illuminated.

It may have shone on a garbage dump, or a garden,
or in the center of a human eye. No matter.

It goes, and when it does,
the open plain becomes passionately desolate,
wanting it back.

---

Every part of you has a secret language.
Your hands and your feet say what you've done.

---

Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside
are lame!

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.




from The Essential Rumi, translations by C. Barks. 2004

aug 19

"don't get me wrong, relationships take work, but love should Not be that hard." AF

Float On, Float On

aug 18

love, like true love
the subject of far too many
first lines, and
more than enough poems
stanzas sick of violet talk
flowery blind fools trippin
on sips of breath and sighs and kisses


i miss myself
caring so much about the other
forgetting the sister
inside this soul
these lungs and heart
the only reason my spring is sprung
my name is rung
by the ring of a sunrise

i am calm, not surprised
by the changes happening
life rearranging before these eyes
small rhymes and ties that bind
a spring in my step
left foot in front of right foot
and so on, go on,,,
on the ground
heart bowed, hands high in hallelujah

give thanks for the breath
and not eschewing
these moments for sparks
illuminating this life
these moments for knives
sharpening this life
daily grind on the whetstone

make these bones live
i am
i walk on