come and find me
inbetween the crust and the core.
in the high limbs of autumn trees.
in racoon tracks.
and winding veins.creeks.carving earth.
come stalk through tall grasses.
what?do you see?
everything is pulsing
in the fullness of the moon
upon this great.empty.space.
come inside.
the conversation softens and faces
turn.
as.
you enter.
together.
the circle.expands.and skips beat.to be.
spiralling.upward.dragon.smoke.fish.
scale.portal.silence.
come near.before.we leave.
come.and.stay.awhile.
your beauty is my sky.setting against
my temple.cracking.silver.
saying.come.
and know.
what you didn't.before.see.
~amore mis amores~~en gracia siempre:::::::::::::

a new beginning.
pass me that guitar.
drum on my chest.
with your limbs.
i'm left covered
in the colors
of fallen leaves.
a season to leave
a reason to believe
in the natural flow
of change
look i am same
stained
in paint and glassen shards of sun
majesty burried
scrubbing earth from lips
emerging like solace
temples of sanctuary
in memory
lies burried
the married twins
reflective
as us
in this.
eye.love.you.

so i flow
you know
like you do in synch
and on the brink
of sinking with this ship
so journey take a trip
pon the lips first kiss
that did
so awaken
the knowledge
of what we must do
coming through cosmic chaos
like laughing howling
coyetes
don't these
remind thee
of something?
remember?
i do and so groove moved and unmoving
washed in these soothing
arms outstretched like breasts of full heart
and drum and sail to hold gusts
full of trust
in each step is a death
and a wild eyed poem
always on this
pilgrimage
home.
shalom~

...but a story
who bobs in a bottle who's
blue and ancient
holding manuscript
like a love poem
like a map home
third eye to the center
and on through till
somewhere.
like the next place we'll meet
could be. venus.
where we'de
dance
our feet until they dissapear
and we'de just. be. here.
clearing old smoke and
striking new flames.......blessed be family.
JAYA:MAHEDORGA:HARE:MAHE:OM::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

yo
so
the true story
is falling
like
pianos
in the rains
longing
for ground.
sustained.
resonant
like parents.
or partners who garden
up weeds.
help sow true seeds.
open eyes to see.
you.
in your beauty.
that is falling like
angels.
who .
sing.
in.the.rain.
peace......from.this.place......