Wife of Mine

You fill my sails and soul
with a warm breeze of gratitude
and just the right flow and curl.
You point yourself in the direction
I always seem to want to go.
You pick me up when I fall
by helping me bring myself
to my own feet
and my own awareness
of who and where I am trying to be.
You are a harbor from
the storm that never comes.
And yet just your being there
makes me brave enough to know
I could weather any gale.

Emerging From The Night

Emerging from the

night there always is the light 

that finds a way to blossom once more.

And just as today's light seems to be dimmed

by explosive events that we struggle to contain

and reality's cold hand undermines our will

and weaves itself senselessly around

our heart's stem, we may wonder 

just how there will ever be

a way to know fully

the soft truth

of peace

again.

But

at

last

growing

realizations

can transcend

the impossible abyss

that widened uncrossable

before our bewildered awareness.

And if we will dare to open our hearts

we can sometimes be strong enough to glean

truth as we loosen ourselves from suffering's uninvited 

eager grip where we may find ourself eventually set free and 

once again able to embrace the moments that were truly sweet.

And once again recall the joys we used to hold effortlessly dear

without this insistent echo of yearning for yesterday to be again

the thing that sometimes now we may question ever was.

But yet, it was, as truly as the breaths we now take,

it flowed across our life like the very same wind

that can bring Spring's gentle warm breeze

or mercilessly rip our roof away.

We are in this flow even now

as we contemplate this

moment in reflection

upon the pond

where life's

water is

flowing

sweetly

springing

and bringing

into our life's reach

the knowing that our course

through this mysterious river of life

has many bends and swirls and waterfalls

always guaranteed to surprise us into tears

sometimes joyfully, and sometimes not, 

but always intertwined around our 

heart that challenges us

to grow once more

engaging

ourselves and others, 

in order to find a place in harmony's

symphonic matter of matters that matter

and in place of the places we thought we knew

we may find a newly born day that may seem to be

impossible to comprehend and yet can be completely 

known if we can see the warmth that supports each 

moment in which we stand now in the company of

everyone who surrounds us with loving hearts

that only desire to help us lift our own heart

and be mended whole and complete

as once before we were

and once again

surely we 

will

be

This Place I Seem To Be

I love this place I seem to be. As some kind of tear pushes hard to leak, wanting to join the music of this moment. The song that is singing itself into my eyes makes me humble in the joy of being alive. Gathering again upon the horizon is a spark that for too long has been pushed away. A spark to speak in rhythms of another tongue, beyond the words I know, crossing my outstretched arms that lay folded in my lap. And my fingers long to glide knowingly across keyboards that are somehow still foreign to me. 

For I look upon our face, faceted in so many ways around me, my own reflection mixed in with that of you, and you, and you. And I am glorified in the knowing. Touched at the core of all that could be, and all that ever there will seem to be. Happy to be part of this cadence that weaves itself in a march without steps reflecting the music of nuvole bianche, white clouds upon a grove of shimmering sunsets yet to ferment themselves into being out of the open hearts of lovers, yet to be.

And while I do sometimes feel a pulse of sadness brushing against me in other's faces from time to time, I love them too. Each and every one, when I have moments to spare in their direction. But I am no longer stuck upon trying to be them nor in making free those who are not yet ripe to free themselves. I only blow a wish in their direction from time to time, but no longer contemplate their journey as if it is my road to walk. For I have been their way before. And those shoes I used to wear so readily, grew so old and worn, that one day I stepped out of them, and walked freely into a new light. Just as it may be too, with you.

And now I have grown content to realize the truth and float away

into the garden of possibilities

imagining other worlds.

And yet each time I do, the other world I find, is always the one I share with you

Sweet Water Flowing Free

For the love of moments

connected in the flowing swirl

spinning around and around my life

I breathe a quiet note in the passage of song

and wonder how could so much grandeur be mine

to taste and dance and sample and enjoy so sweetly

embracing the tender hand of the one I so love

while we walk in paradise away from time

the smell of woods in spring blooming

warm enough to shed winter shells

stream side awakening my soul

and reminding me of why

I came to this place

in the heart of

my beloved

and dear

Un

Asleep

Un disturbed

Un encumbered too

by the weight of fear

that once shrouded me 

seeing past the corner now

I walk a path more true and full

all because I dared to live a dream

holding onto an unpromised promise

believe anything is possible and could be

is what allowed me to walk upon this sweet water

into this improbably adventure I now share with you

The Sea We Will Not Tame

Wondering upon our almost forgotten smiles

and twinkling eyes hidden, 

we have spun this world

in smoke and mirrors, 

reflecting light in curving waves. 

We have wandered

into the misty fog

as it marched 

out of clear air 

on a perfect night 

to become rooted 

in the moss upon which we dream, 

seizing that ethereal ground like honey 

under winter's veil. 

Perhaps that explains why

that which spins in you 

is foreign to me, 

sometimes, 

and yet somehow 

a thread of it loops around my heart 

and tugs, 

as familiar as kin, 

or friends too long apart. 

And I realize how deeply 

you reflect the same light 

that I've known uncounted

for a thousand years 

times a thousand more. 

I feel the stretch of this flaxen fulfillment 

and hear its golden tone humming 

as it lengthens. 

Sometimes too loose to vibrate 

the membranes 

of our soup-can telephones. 

So that even though we both speak 

in muted carefully hesitant tones, 

our words slip away into space 

and only the stars know the songs we sing. 

Bellowed out like whales in an empty sea, 

only by chance refracted into a hearing ear,
that begins to understand
and then lapses into slumber again.

Even as magnificently we harmonize 

beyond the dark face of the secret moon at midnight, 

we hear not each others callings, 

and even less often see them dancing. 

Except perhaps 

in the limelight of our hearts sweet glow 

where I know we live. 

So it is odd to feel 

this familiar twist 

of an old theme 

of distant overtures not really knowing 

what note should follow 

the one that follows 

the one that is yet unwritten. 

It just floats there unresolved, 

sometimes aching for nothing at all, 

other than the illusion of being. 

Yet sometimes aching for the grace 

to say softly,
the love that floats here 

in my heart for you, 

without trying to enchant an echo. 

Just to freely blow that kiss

into free space knowing 

that is enough to be received 

by the one that is. 

And given by that one too, 

to itself. 

And so I reflect upon that flow 

I have named you, 

and wish it good journey, 

knowing we are both leaf and river. 

Masters of the helm 

we sometimes do not steer 

and only at the mercy 

of the sea we will not tame.

Happy Birthday Jackie

No

Clock

Announced

The sweet moment

When a new dawn broke

Upon my awareness of how

Lovely this dream of life could be.

Because you seeped slowly forward

Into this reality like an unfurling veil

Swimming in the love that washed

Over my heart again and again

As you grew into a newly

Born perfect child.

A sister

That

Shimmered

Much brighter

Than all the stars

I’d ever seen in my life.

And even now the moon

That shines so beautifully upon

The water of creation’s wonder

Steps aside when you walk into

The space I have reserved for

The one and only you.

My beloved sister

Wrought upon

God’s loom

To be

Here

Now.

Rest In Peace Mom

Bubbling from a well so deep
an open spring flowing into light
you wore a secret in plain sight
for more than anything
love is the name you carried
more than Barbara or Mom
it is your love that we have always felt
from the sweetly rooted hugs
that smiled out of you like a glowing sunrise
even when we were a thousand miles away
and the warmth of your welcoming arms
wrapped so lightly around us now
that we might not feel them in the breeze
or the soft touch of your sacred caress
cupping our faces in the palm of your hand
making us melt like butter in the sun
rays of light that are the love of your heart
you brought us here
with your beacon of grace
to be blessed as your children
so that you could fill us
full of your undying love and hope
showing us acceptance abounding
as you gave us direction
by examples of how we might live
with a happy heart
to embrace life with joy
just as you have always done
our loving sweet mom
who we have always loved
and always will

Rest in Peace Mom

Sunrise

16 March 1925 - Brigham Utah

Sunset

9 Sept 2014 - Glendora California