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

Until You Imagine It Again

In the tick of time

that slogs around nothing

and flows nowhere it shouldn't be

comes a confused understanding of nothing

the nothing of what it is to be time

and timeless

to hear the hissing it brings

and takes

for herein unfold the cards

the script of potentials

the aboundment of possibilities

abutting the obstacles of infinity

while flowing without restraint

in the swirling illusion of confusion

turned face up for the first and last time

though nothing has changed

yet they flip and chirp for attention

as if never noticed before

and the walkway becomes manifest

just as the believing foot step touches its existence

as they bring themselves mutually into being

miraculously with every heart beat

and then just as quickly

as a slow eon's retreat

it evaporates into nothing

whenever your attention is removed

and once again you are stardust

where there are no stars to shine
and no dust to coalesce into anything

until you imagine it again

Reflections from 30,000 feet

An uncertain breeze wove softly

Through the unlit moon's light

In the aftermath of surprise

Where trees flowed into meadows

Folded upon themselves in ripples

And stars outlined your journey

That did not pause in any village

No matter how their view beckoned

You walked on in forgotten footsteps

Remembered now by my own

As like you too I walked past them

Unalone at longing last

Together in moments

Connected in shimmering harmony

By the thread of cocooned love

Ripened enough to be perfect

Like clouds kissing smooth water

Echoing our own heart beatings

Pulsing calmly fast and slow

Revealed just enough to hear

Waving in warming cadence

Equinoxes crossing each other

Meteoric in bold quick passage

Hardly long enough to notice

And yet somehow we did see

The doorways we both held open

So that each other could enter

Our guarded castle walls

Where now we live in sweetness

Whole and assured of this

The love we share

Safe Harbor

Inner child spilling out and free

unchecked by filtering sentinels

you learn to stand head forward

no longer peeking over shoulders

only looking back to see how far you've come

in recent days of opening widely more lovingly

and that is where you float now in my heart

untethered even though I love you so

for in my love there is no room

for holding you against the sweetness of your will

even as you perch upon the precipice of possibilities

 knowing even I would help you fly away

with a heart full of loving tears

joyful even in my sorry to see you go

because it would mean I have let you mend your wings

in the quiet harbor of my heart where the water is warm and still

you can reflect there now as you consider your steps

as I consider the softness of your sweet approach

that I feel glowing like shimmering candy before me

tempting my imagination to touch you more deeply

though daring not to uplift the foggy shroud completely

for I wish to see your virgin face uncovered by your hand

naked within the reach of kisses I beg you to accept

as I lavish your hand with a loving touch

seeking a ring to fit your heart's desire

and a wife to match my dreams

forever in our timeless womb

where love is born anew

in each breath that we

share in silent embrace

and complete surrender

Softly Swirling Hearts

Softly swirling hearts

beating in tune to no time

I met you filtering through the mist

unshrouding slowly you seeped outward

into the light of a softly glowing day

hand outstretched cautiously

reaching through the looking glass

careful not to crush

that which is tender

hoping only to find

a common ground

upon which to stand

in glorious communion

knowing the same thing

as another for once

allowing it to linger

longer than a moment

calling this resonance

by the words of love

dammed as they might be

and equally unexpected

penetrated into the inner sanctum

inside the cleverly sealed walls

where virgin dunes do not extend

 and yet you found yourself there

entangled in my dream

and me in yours too

in gratitude

realizing in full

that every day is a Valentine

when you walk with an open heart

like the one we both share

in this moment

as it has always been

and always will be

I love you

Ruby Rose -- Just for Fun

Riding broomsticks just for fun

swooping low and speeding fast

no cares but the muffins burning

and it's ok to forget them anyway

always there is more to make

and more to be embraced

as you whirl dervishly

across buttercup leaves

unafraid to fly or plummet

with a happy smile shimmering

always bringing the joy you know

even though your river once ran low

now you are a bearer of good tidings

who comes fearlessly in the dark of night

chasing away nightmares with your laugh

as we children clamor for another dose

of the magic that is your sweet smile

and you never choose to disappoint

for it is always your appointment

that you always keep

to meet yourself

and be love

glowing

real

and

true

Reborn on Wings of Love Again

Reborn on wings of love again

caressed by outstretched remembrance

entwined in earthly words spoken from inside

where they have no sound

but love's longing to be

and it does not weep in tone

but only cradles

and reflects

a life well lived

where love was given

and taken too

taken to a new riverlet

tailored as only he could do

for you

to gain a glimpse of yourself

in the reflecting pool of consideration

where you see him now still shining

but even brighter as his happiness glows

and while before you could not see him in the dawn

now you awaken to find him surrounding your heart

with the light of each new day

seeping into your awareness

the certainty that he

has only gone

as far as you've allowed yourself to see

What You Give Will Be Enough

And he said to her

and she said to him

with their open hands in trust

you can take my love

you can take it free

what you give will be enough

as their friendship grew

a sweet thing came true

and they let their hearts entwine

they did recognize

in their loving eyes
that this moment was divine

they had washed up there

in each other's reach

both amazed at what they found

they embraced this chance

in a sacred trance

and their heart notes did resound

And I know this thing

from the way they sing

in a tone that sounds so sweet

and I bow my head

without any dread

as this joy makes us complete

Newly Formed Land

I see a new landscape emerging

approaching in the dawn's light

racing efffortlessly across the mire

as you measure out your grief

giving it enough time to honor

what you think you have lost

standing where you still wish to be

while your bare footprints imprint

one last stand in the old muddy shore

leaving a marker to be discovered again

by another soul who will stand in your place
once you decide to vacate this hovering

at the intersection of what was and is

but the tide is slowly rising now

as the ocean meanders in

to kiss the river a greeting

you are welcome there too

to walk upon this sweet water

across the virgin delta newly formed

only just now solid enough to embrace

the next moment of your being

and carry you forward in grace

where happiness awaits your taking

and your baggage may be left behind

when the time is right for you to choose

Why do we gather here?

Why do we gather here, in the bright and welcoming shade of this Un-Familiar land? Un-Afraid in this place to bear open our hearts a bit, step by step each day. Where the love runs not in rivers alone but in waterfalls too, spraying the divinity we are afraid to embrace freshly into our caught-off-guard faces. And here we see a rainbow of lights softly glowing, where sometimes we might have only seen words, buzzed out like parrots, but here we sometimes glimpse the hearts that sweetly rolls them out like dough into being. Sandcastles rising from the clouds and drifting in the breezes of our dreams carefully settling into solid life for a sweet while, no longer washed away by the morning tide. And yes, these kisses are for you, and you too, the doubting one who turns away and looks behind to see the recipient you expect must have been intended for this kiss that is yours alone. But know it's you. It is you. And you are not alone if you think of that in a lonely way, for we are many when we squint our eyes and see. Many who are one. A train of waves washing at our neighbors shore. We cannot see ourselves except in their eyes, for we are nothing to see without them. And yet you do not need them, not for their acceptance. It is they who need you to accept yourself. Accept yourself like I do you, in this fleeting moment, when you fall into my dreamy focus. As this moment of me here, now, is repeated in each of you, and multiplied and spread around in a swirl of love. Taking pause to love what is already in your reach. And then love it a little more. Not for what it gives, but for what you can give it to make it sweeter. More nourished like a flower you beg with water to bloom. And then sit back and watch it open. Open a door laced in silken ribbons, swirling around a hollow cylinder floating in space. Leading to a hallway that welcomes you to walk into a virgin meadow where you've never walked before but always belonged, where birds sing your name, in phrases you don't yet recognize as yourself, but yet you walk welcome into it anyway. I find myself here waiting to meet you. And finally you came. You came in peace or perhaps in doubting disagreement, screaming and kicking, but anyway you came. To this sacred valley where part of you is known. And part of you is learning to know yourself. Just like me, and her, and him. All of us together in trust, sometimes still afraid of what we might be, but this sacred trust calls us anyway.And we grow like seeds into trees that grow into forests that fill valleys and overflow between oceans filling up everything there is to see, and them creating more. Or creating less and breathing in the splendor of what already is. And in that seeing we find a deeper place to look, and tunnel into it, until again we find our heart, sprinkled across the morning, and feel the dew of our being, refracting the light that glistens, with words of love said for the first time, again, and again. And then allowing love's dawn to finally flow eternally, without demise, and awaken again to find, that you and you and you, are where it begins and ends. In this moment, where you stand. Ready to choose. We await your grand re-opening. And we will wait forever.

Patience is more than a virtue

Patience is more than a virtue

it allows the soup of life to brew

without its carefully slow unfolding 

caterpillars could not become butterflies

or they might only grow one wing

if we rip open their cocoon

before its time is due

we will find less

of the more

it could

be

In Your Sweet Light He Glows

In your sweet light he glows

floating upon the wisdom you know

planted there by your own loving intention

for you can see beyond his ice capped shield

the shield worn against his unimaginable freedom

being unable to see himself guiding of his own ship

thinking he dare not dream himself out of his shadow

unable to loosen his lips and declare himself to free

but you watch in tranquility the river he has carved

unfurls its destruction as it always must and will do

peaceful with whatever it is as it comes to be full

and through your heart is how I can now see

from this place of peace at riverside

watching inspiration flow open

seeing how we can be

when we allow

ourselves

to be

And so

I wish for you

a brighter day that

I know has already come

I see you standing in it now

and I take pause to recognize

this beautiful moment you have

wrought of your own hands

this gift to yourself

watching it

become

you

For Cathy

The mystery of a mother's love

is how it seeps both ways

from mother to child

and back again

as it does

in you
♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥
♥♥♥

as you

embraced

the occasion

to say I love you true

with the way you cared to be

the way you gave your whole heart

and now that you are in this place

feeling the loss of her here

I know the way will

unfold for you

as it must

in time
♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥
♥♥♥

but now

you may hurt

but I hope for you

the light will come soon

to recognize she's alive in you

and if you listen carefully she will speak

as she already has through your caring heart

that give to her when strength was gone

much like as a child she was given

all her daughter's sweetness

in a clear reflection

of her soul

♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥

♥♥♥

that walks

in your shoes

and has each day here

on this earthly plane and still does

as you carry forward the dawn of each day

that brings new light to this journey of our heart's creation

Where You Flow Into Me

In my brother's heart

and my sister's too

I see reflected

a world of love

hidden in unspoken words

entwined together

in this fabric divine

and breathless am I

when I recognize you

so sweetly glowing there

curiously wondering

wandering like me

we stand upon a thread

so thin in its silken way

but it spreads as wide

as we wish to walk

and turns where we go

though we sometimes think

that we are following it

to some horizon that never comes

for already are we there arrived

breathed into life by intention

dressed in the ribbons we wear

the breeze blowing gracefully

billowing our sails so sweetly

following our hearts without care

or sometimes in glorious hesitation

we dance our spiraling way

close enough to touch

but far enough to reach

sometimes tasting the wind

sometimes being it too

and finding communion

where we are joined

eternally in bliss

with a bond

that cannot break

because it is forged

beyond the edge of time

where you flow into me

for we are
what each other will become

or have already been