springtime
:::::The first tease. A blush.
A rush of warm and melt; gushing past on the sidewalk.
the first green.
. Peeks in a grey now white now blue no still grey sky.
Like a kitten at a can-opening concerto - Curious, but afraid of the sudden sounds.
The year's first real sunset
I mean with the cloudkissedgold
. Like the cheeks of the first person you kissed on a cold recess in sixth grade.
Sparkling with the promise of youth.

The first warm nights. Dreaming
of young lovers
Real or imagined
In the deep places

Hoping the Sun will rise on a warmer day.:::::




ginger
:::::The first geese fly
. Harbingers of Autumn
. Sun setting in a long, soft sky.
Gently the Summer leaves
. One element at a time.


. The first tears fall
. Harbingers of Ending
. Love ebbing in a long, soft goodbye.
. Gently my lover leaves
. One piece of me at a time.


We do not mourn Summer for long.
Autumn, in all her finery, quickly enraptures us. I will adapt to the cold, quiet nights. And embrace my spacious bed.
Retaining the warmth, like the lingering taste of ginger, until the fire burns me again.

Though this singular, soul-searing season leaves us now;
Summers, lovers, shall be welcomed forever.:::::




yurt
:::::I know not if it be before or hence,
But in one life you and I
live together in a yurt we have built in the wilderness.
. Wild free ness.
I know not where, or when;
But I know the why.

We are as old as the rain
As pervasive and permanent as the wind. And as perennial.

These hands have seen many houses
These bodies have built many dances.

I know not before or hence.
But in one life we are together in the wilderness:::::




love let her
::::::You are a poem
a composition
an exposition of the revelry
a piece of the mystery, revealed in each flick of hair in each turn of phrase, a play of shadow and light.

just as no sun can reach every leaf on the tree,
so can no one
illuminate all of your crevices and curves but each question brings me closer to the truth I see in you feel in you,
it whispers out in your undertone.

I extrapolate as we penetrate the darkness with our voices, the places where we meet become event horizons.
Divinity means 'sees no division' this life a revision, of our history, our hierarchy, our pedagogy. I ask and you only say
"more light, please."

You are a poem.
Created anew each time I turn the page take the stage, say yes to the mystery and not the assumption with just enough gumption to know when to tell me "no, not yet, we will learn more when we are ready."
The heady presumption of falling in love is nothing compared to the constant discombobulation of a life lived in exploration - this theory, this question, this magic, this veil-lifting exercise - now that we know who we are, what do we do with our power?

let me be your composition,
tear down each of my constructs and let each of my limits be a word, in no particular order. Each of my glances a clue, each of my prayers a step closer to the mystery of you.

You are a poem!
a play of forms and swirls and color and shadow and light giving just enough to make me figure it out. Asking that I grow each time I listen to you, demanding that I pay attention because I only get to hear you once in this magic 'now'.

You say "We are just flowers unfolding," and I wonder
how do I reach your stamen without corrupting your petals?
I am no bee. My poetry is too coarse, too obvious

I want all the light all at once, to dissolve in your ocean, to be so overwhelmed by a single ecstatic breath of your atmosphere that I loose any illusion of separation and become a million stars in your sky.

"I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe. All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies are about in this garden in various ways, each has his own uniqueness and beauty. Their presence and variety give me great delight. Every one of you adds with his special feature to the glory of the garden."

:::Anandamayi Ma



"Like the monk in his or her monastery, we can find ways to make our affection visible and felt. We can be affectionate toward our friends and neighbors and in such simple ways sexualize the neighborhood. We can be outrageously affectionate towards our lovers and spouses and thus give the world the model it needs for living from the heart. We can nurture our affection for animals, things, and places. All of this affection brings into human community a vision, a point of view, and a philosophy discovered in our most sublime meditations and readings. It is the anima soul to the animus intellect, the heart-spouse to the mind-lover, the visible body to the hidden spirit."

:::Thomas Moore, "The Soul of Sex"






"Can you find another market like this?

Where,
for one seed
you get a whole wilderness?

For one weak breath,
the divine wind?

You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.

Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.

It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water.
The essence is the same.

This giving up is not a repenting.
Its a deep honoring of yourself.

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God's sake!

Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching
will find this.

A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours. "

:::Rumi
:::Translation: Coleman Barks "The Essential Rumi"




"The national murder rate will plummet when 'The Hedonistic Midwife Channel,' a new cable TV network, begins to broadcast live childbirths 24 hours a day."



"Evil is boring"
and


"The Universe is conspiring to shower us with blessings... Figure out exactly how the Universe, by providing you with abundance, can improve the lot of everyone whose life you touch. Seek the fulfillment of your desires in such a way that you become a fount of blessings"
:::Rob Brezsny, "Pronoia"




"Even, After all this Time,

The Sun never says to the Earth
'You owe me'


Look at what happens with a Love like that.

It lights the whole sky.

:::Hafiz