June 17, 2017

Black asphalt,
Shiny, metallic SUV: a suburban,
Important people, important dreams;
My own sad, downcast eyes: a bluebird, 
Sitting in a tree, green and windswept,
Carried to the PNW, damp and far away,
Down a corridor, in a maze: a conifer forest,
To a cabin I've never seen: timber made,
Deep sleep and dreamless dreams,
Save for visions of the city,
And memories,
In the sapphire clouds and stars.

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June 16, 2017

Like a runaway train,
A motorbike without breaks,
Plummeting forward, chasing after _____,
Like the wind, seeking a road inside myself,
To carry me far away, far away from everything,
To escape the world, desperate beneath their eyes,
In all my pain, in all my sad and hopeless suffering,
On a road of faded blood—my own dried tears, —
A pink road of broken dreams: dreams
Of memories lost, forgotten, now dead,
Seen on the periphery, narrowing,
Carrying me forward into the blue
Azure of a white-light, starlit flood.

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June 2, 2017

I left the comfort of home,
The plateau of an easier life,
To seek higher peaks: peace,
The wonders of a distant land.

Through open doors I wandered,
Some seen and some unseen,
To find what I was looking for:
The end to an endless dream.

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May 24, 2017

With all the world around us,
To tease and tantalize us,
We close our eyes to see: a kiss,
The greatest wonder is you and me.

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April 14, 2017

I used to think about death daily;
I would write poems and vignettes,
But I scared my friends and family
(They thought something was wrong);
So I put myself back to sleep, to appease,
But why? -- I'm beginning to wake again.

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May 23, 2016

We are told what to do:
To do our duty, to work,
To have a family and children,
To accumulate wealth and pleasure,
To wait until we are old to enter the forest,
To wait until we are grown to seek God.

But what of today?
Why not enter the forest together?
Young, with our noble hearts on fire,
To feel the murmur of the brook,
To hear the song of the sparrow,
To smell the night blooming jasmine;
Must we wait until our souls dry,
Before we disappear into the forest?
Must we wait until the years unfold,
Before we enter paradise?

Why not go today?
Deep inside, to the heart of nature,
Where primeval flames flicker,
Where we are made raw,
In the verdure and furnace of foliage.
Why wait for the dying breaths to call,
To think these things of God and spirit,

Why wait to be filled with love,
Why wait to dwell together,
Why wait to be free?
Why wait to make our union,
In the calyx of the eucalyptus,
In the shadow of the banyan tree?

Must we dry ourselves in the desert,
When humidity and silence are ours,
When the dark wood will bring us out,
Backward into the recess of mankind?
Must we give into the twisted flow,
When we know where the river runs,
When the natural world calls us back,
To the crucible of our Maker’s hands?

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January 16, 2016

I'm yours tonight, my love
Forever and in every hour, my love
Bound for glory together, forever
And in every hour, my love

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January 12, 2016

Cold winter
Snowy caverns of the mind
Dull and worthless, hopeless bind

Hued swirls
Twisted colors inward bend
Wheat-field blood, a life to spend

Dead flowers
Yellow lifeless light they speak
Broken table, black line bleak

Grey sky
Drab dreary train station steaming
Man alone, dead but breathing

Darkest night
Ancient phantoms of the street
Mental spasms, mortal feet

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August 4, 2015

Back inside myself, back to the starry desert;
With my light left behind, the endless sea;
Now this lonely reflection, the emptiness:
What doth He have in store for you and me?

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July 15, 2015

Cloudy weather, a sentiment of prayer:
Dreary on the last day in the City of Love,
The feeling: winter is coming, silence is here;
The quietness is palpable... it is all around;
The train is approaching, the end drawing near.
"Bonjour, conductor. C'est fini, Paris.
Merci, Marion; à tout à l'heure."

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July 9, 2015

Days gone by clinging to love;
What pains unknown, God above;
The pulse we feel, souls captured:
The drain of rose colored blood.

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June 25, 2015

I need my heart to quiet;
I need for things to soften;
I need to see again: what grace,
Midnight light and gentle rain.

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June 7. 2015

The sweetest rose
A drop of dew
My love for her will last forever

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December 28, 2014

You swam
Heart open breast stroke
Deep into the sea

White foam
Turquoise wave
Silence washing over thee

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December 13, 2014

Fading again, please this time forever;
These little lusty testing tales of time,
Let me go, let me go, let me slumber;
You whores of hiding, you witches waiting,
God, please release the beasts and let me be;
Take from me this veil of hating;
Let me go, let me go, let me be, please.

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July 30, 2014

Our hearts are shorn daily
In the fiery chasms of the unknown;
Standing on the precipice of uncertainty,
Looking out into the dark,

We run on like children,
Shooting stars fallen from the sky,
Flaring forth with all of creation,
Leaving a wake full of colors;

So that others may see our trace,
Our reflection of their own prism,
One rainbow arching upward, in time:
The same circles, the same light.

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March 24, 2014

Four days ago, two souls united,
When lover merged with beloved,
The earth shook, a bird fell from above;
Down steps he climbed, a heart coveted,
To remind her of her beauty,
To remind her of her love.

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March 8, 2014

Perhaps it was the unanswered caisson
Clopping along in the darkness of rain;
My lingering shadow, a setting sun,
Shell shocked in a volley of tears and pain.

Perhaps it was the vase thrown through the air,
Shattering above me against your door;
Seeing the mark of blood streaking, running,
Hiding, beneath weeping willow I tore.

Perhaps it was the unanswered caisson
Clopping along in the darkness of rain;
Being taught to say, "Ma raison d'être,"
Aye, “Ma raison d'être est la méchanceté.”

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February 1, 2014

El soñador busca la mañana,
Pero siempre con la tristeza;
Los rayos del sol borran la noche;
Los sueños de color, la muerte,
Por causa de Dios, la vida.

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December 24, 2013

Where life and love meet and fate finds perfection:
"She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger,
because there was no guest room available for them" (LK 2:7).

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July 2, 2013

From inside and outside,
I am the beat of your living heart;
I laughed and cried the day I died;
I know the end and knew the start.

Within your twisted world of color,
I am entangled in your jungle of dreams;
I dance the dance of waltz and watcher;
I float on the earth and walk on the streams.

Without presence and transcendence,
I am both butterfly and cocoon;
I sing the song of sound and silence;
I sleep with the sun and rise with the moon.

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April 4, 2013

You wore a vest and called my name;
You stood with strength and dignity;
From where I stood I heard you sing,
And grasped your hand so thankfully.

And where you went we walked to see
What all you had in store for me;
Never had I felt such sadness:
Darkened death and life of madness.

How willow wept with longing leaf,
Resigned to fate on earth below,
From heaven’s holy table to
The darkest place that I have known.

What curse does man have waiting him
For all that he has done to you;
Inside a tree I saw you sit,
Waiting, smiling, knowingly.

Every day to home I followed
To fill your step with stepping stone;
But when my tree was chopped in two,
I was lost and all alone.

Heaven sent a second chance,
A glimpse of what we could have been:
Within your arm you held me close,
Prodigal Son and loved again.

Alas! My dream is torn apart!
Your hand extending out from me;
Without a grasp I fail to see:
Hand raising, shaking violently!

But Father what is happening?
The veil of life transparency,
The veil of my mortality;
Father! Why have you have forsaken me?

Alas! Tis dawn again but what to see?
A tear rolls down my cheek to dry;
A little bird begins to sing,
And from this fate not one shall hide.

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March 25, 2013

I want to see the stars fall from the sky,
God's heavenly blanket of glowing rain;
But why, is that what will bring me peace?
Whisper in my ear the wise words of Psalm;
Say, "Who will give me the wings of a dove
That I may fly away and be at rest?" (55:6).

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March 19, 2013

A bird whispers the forlorn thought of grace;
And as we circle to this we now return anew –
To that much higher place,
To that quietness of life,
Far beyond the forethought of our dying race,
All within the time we chose.

It is by the touch of your breath I linger,
But my mortality beckons time morose;
And I must beg that you forgive me,
For death must end this dream, and unsettle
The moaning rhythm of your waving endless sea;
Ah! my dear, I do long with love for thee!

To smell the sweetness of your bliss, and
To taste the stars of morning one more time;
Each a drop of ecstasy,
Perfect speckled lights revealed to me,
Each a ray of hope in darkness,
A grace for you and I to bear and see.

Ah! beside me my God with opened eyes,
Know it was the first that mattered most;
For with that gift which we were given,
We must rise and now redress;
Listen to the bird outside sing silently,
Whisper within a new love for your mortality.

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March 18, 2013

From this hollowed hole of hell,
My lust for life is often lost;
A world without wonder -
The land of devils, the land of frost;
This for some a sinner's sight,
The veil of darkness, a place of light.

Here I'm tempted, torn, and turned
Up and down,
Round and round to circle;
To see my fall to see my death,
And in that death to see myself;
But from that shadow what to see,
Without you helping, holding, guiding me?

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March 16, 2013

Holy day of Holi colour,
Forget the kiss, forget the lover;
Let the world wash asunder;
Let the soul and sun recover.

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March 16, 2013

What torment have I dreamt,
What glory passed before my eyes,
What night of complication,
What night of endless sighs.

How has it happened,
Another star fallen from the sky;
A black and white reverie,
From me forever she now flies.

Behind closed doors,
My purpose put to spinning:
A hand pressed to my heart,
Another day, a new beginning.

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March 8, 2013

What is the world without wonder;
Who is he who hathn't thought of this?
What is the world without some sorrow;
Who is he who hath no happiness?

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February 20, 2013

Death is not the opposite of life;
Nor is it the other of life.
Death is the completion of life;
Not because it is the end,
But because it is the beginning.

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March 8, 2012

His heart holds
The hidden horizon,
Open to a full moon,
In the cold darkness of night:
A Bedouin patiently waiting,
Without food, without water,
Staring across the land--
Vast, eternal desuetude--
Seeking the golden sands
Of tomorrow's morning.

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December 10, 2011

For in the end, the truth is
That when we enter the sanctuary of Spirit,
No words are necessary, nor will they ever be.

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November 29, 2011

In a dream she took my hand,
The most real we have ever been.,
Blessed light beside me in darkness,
In a night I'll never forget.