Sandy

How do you dance my love

your mighty arms swirling so free

knocking down those who try to stand

in the glorious force of your perfect surge

you have no mercy in your beautiful rage

yet I loved the taste you shared with me

my bed trembled under your fury

my heart raced as you came

and my tears cried

as I knew your hands work

undoing the craft of so much labor

just another day to you it seemed to some

though I know your secrets well enough

and no longer do I fear your rath

for your enchantment is the moment

you stand firm where I would like to live

and what looks like undoing is really

the beginning of something new

your plow rips through the soil

allowing seeds planted long ago to thrive

this apparent lose reminds us to forgive

and let go of our ephemeral illusions

embracing them in the present

but resenting not their eventual retreat

for you remind us they were never ours

and you help us enjoy the return

of what we took for granted

and cherish each moment's splendor

far deeper than eyes can see

for you open our heart

where true seeing begins

and you bring tenderness

as we embrace strangers as friends

Frozen Still In Time

Captured so frozen still in time

without losing momentum

blue door corridor beckons

alone on the sea of life

surrounded by animation in flight

a lovely extension of your eyes

paints a brush of pixels

soft or hard they spread and flow

smeared or focused just as they need to be

in that moment that hovers as you saw it

depending upon how the wind blew you there

and the shape of your heart's sail

and so I see that tranquility

shaped by an ocean of looming swells

secure in your insecurity

sure that your next footstep will follow

blissfully not knowing where it will lead

surrendering to the siren's call

unafraid of the myths of doom

stealing a glimpse of life in full and breathless

floating to the next point of unexpected vantage

and spreading a heart's enchantment with life

into the reach of those who cannot dream so well

and the arms of those who dare not embrace so deep

but I know now of a secret but unhidden glow

the light inside that overflows and illuminates

a warm hand that doesn't need touch to be felt

for it wraps around all those who can see

flowing like honey between the trees

lining the avenue of eternity

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My dream for you

My dream for you

is to float here

between the reflections

gasping at the beauty

that always surrounds you

even though it may

escape your vision

And my hope remains

woven in the lips of creation

that flow intention sweetly into being

knowing how you shimmer

when only one is looking

hidden inside your treasure

removed from all eyes

only seen with the heart

This succulence that is you

makes a rainbow for someone's eye

standing above your self

seeing past that shallow horizon

and knowing where you begin

but wondering if it is true

So I wish a wish

to dream a dream

and find yourself floating there

darkness only as a frame

to see the light that is

you

In Morning by Day

In morning by day

the dawn walks forward to greet you

and upon thin ice you dare to tread

in no haste without worry

hesitating before you start perhaps

but not upon your sure way

even when your next turn is unknown

for you know the secret

that life has in store for you

as glorious as your own heart's beating

while meaning asks you to question

and you respond with a different path

walked one foot in front of the other

moment by moment as they come

not before and behind

centered there

not even wondering

if you will turn

or walk straight

but knowing the answer

before you have fathomed the question

pinching reality's cheek

and finding it plump and sweet

dreaming your world into being

with the gleam in your eye

and your smile that begs to kiss

a sweet greetings like the sun

to a new born world

My Unknown Friends

Buried in a swirl of fancy musing lost in busy

breathing not the inspiration of my fellow travelers

how I love the taste of sweetness you bring

when I open my time to breath your moments

my unknown friends

with open hearts you always greet me

and my friends more known too

the honey drops you drip are bliss

spicing my day

painting the sky with laughter and joy

in hues I can only see with my ears

and voices I can only hear in your typing

and faces I can only touch in my dreams

if a wandering vine should grow so strong

how would I love to slither up that path

and meet you in the morning light

to see the sparkle reflected

in your eyes that are windows

to our shared soul

and common love

Into The Wind That Is You

Around this corner I see you

All of you

Looking back
Looking forward
At me

And me at you

And us at we

We kiss with our eyes without touching

Sometimes touching without kissing

Sometimes seeing without looking

Wondering no more

Because the answer has become clear

Both of us watching the same sunset

Both of us all in the many we appear to be

Seeing the same sunset that is never the same

Do you see my name written upon your heart
Like your names are written upon mine
Reflected in my morning mirror
Before the sleep has left my eyes
While they are still closed so that I can see

I am not woven into your heart
I float there in the void
Between the sheets
Separated by a molecule
So small you cannot even feel me watching

Spraying a cascade of waterfalls that is you

Reflected back to yourself in me

And me in you
And us in we

A rainbow of possibilities

Glimmering under the full moon rising

Jumping across the abyss

No longer afraid of that great depth

The floor seems closer now

As if only our fear ever separated us

From our own self

From your own self

The pretty game's magic unfolding

You look at the sharp edge and see it grow ethereal

No longer holding you in restraint

You walk upon water

And through the solid open wall

In your hands the shimmering key pulsates
Something beacons you to let it go free

Let it shine through the dark of your unknowing

Feel the edge of death soften as you see through that illusion

Fear at bay

No longer captive in the grip of your own hesitation

Released from the fabric to which you have clung

No longer swaddled

Your tears have dried

With no ladder to climb
And no will to look away

You levitate before the threshold now

I see you through the misty story

through the mystery

The earth opens below your feet

So that you may learn to walk on clouds

Your boat is anchored there

And has always been waiting

Ready for you to set sail

Ready for you to awaken

Knowing your path is etched

Into the palm of your own hand

In the sand where you built this castle

Beyond the reach of the tsunami

That covered you at birth

Leaving you breathless

Under an ocean of fear
But that tide has washed away
So that you may finally

Awaken child and sing

Without words

Into the wind

That is you

His Conditioned Echo

With tears he walked in wonder and joy beyond himself unable to reach the ground from where he now stood so high above it all and yet so enmeshed without friction the ebb and flow this time did not move his steady feet upon the shifting sands that stood their ground long enough to know. Captivated by the spell of his own linear time unfolding like a flower’s birth in springtime pushing up half frozen through the snowy tomb as winter’s weakening grip grew more dim. The pulse of his heart kept rhythm to the tune he hummed in his hidden mind, behind the veil. And he wanted to share this thing he now knew so clearly but the bell he struck with his golden baton refused to chime or even thud. So complete was the empty silence he found no fear this time but only wondered how he came to walk in this land so easily after all his years of struggle. Struggle for no reason and all that searching pointlessly for what was always in his reach without reaching. He had followed the path a million times without ever before noticing the ledge upon which to step, and yet this time he could not mistake the way it called his name or sang his love song. He tried to explain but words would not do. So he spoke in silence and let his eyes reveal the journey to all those few who could see what had brought him face to face with himself, standing here in God’s hand. Surrounded by the sweet angels he had dreamed as a child when the water had poured like honey down the walls of the glimmering castle so slowly as if not moving at all, and yet like a distant river that never seemed to change it somehow cut deep into the solid rock and opened a canyon where his heart now was shining bright. The grace so large, as large as this moment was blossoming now, could not be seen to the edge, and yet at the same time it was expanding it was contracting through itself, shrinking as small as a grain of sand on the ever spreading beach of infinity. All at once everywhere with nowhere to go and nothing to see. The leafy boat he’d tied fast to the shore washed away without him, leaving him lost in paradise without regard for worry or even wonder. What was was, what is is, what will be will be, and none of it making sense even as it all fit neatly into its perfect place.

The cloud’s edge where he stepped without fear could be seen from his other eyes like diamonds in the night of day. Glistening like a fresh virgin’s first tender kiss, pristine and as new as an old man’s last sigh, she who was he turned inward and saw them who are they. He’d seen the sky before that way, the way it would be a moment later. Expanding. Moving in all directions at once. All directions except toward him. Always away. Always radiating like his heart had sometimes shined. Like it did when he met her for the first time. When he saw her innermost form that was without shape and touched her soul that melted away out of sight like milk from a mother’s breast into the warm nestling face of a child in bliss and peace.

And there he spoke clearly to God, face to face, heart to heart. As clearly as his articulate practice would lend its open hand. He spoke so fine, with words woven in the fabric of long dead poet’s half remembered reflections. Honed for a thousand years and then polished like river gems tumbled round from their once proud crystalline faces. Smooth to the touch and warm like a goddesses’ soft perfect naked willing flesh. His words shimmered in the illusion of sun’s shine. And that’s the way the fine silk poured out of him, like wine, intoxicating to a lover’s spellbound ears. He recounted his journey and plotted his course and wondered his wondering expecting an answer that never came from where he now focused himself to listen. So he listened long and hard, so hard he could not hear a thing. Once again remembering all that he’d managed to forget. It found his conditioned echo returning to shake the clouds upon which it must be impossible to stand when you doubt. And he fell like Lucifer burned and crisp, into the fire born again from almost cold embers reignited by his own growing fear. The fear of last doubt unshed. The fear of fear. The fear of remembering. Remembering what he can now recall again so full and complete. And so he fell back into his world. This world where you now listen with some interest and try to unravel the mystery hidden between these words just like me. And you too fret and moan perhaps. Just like me on a bad day. Though it must be said you are a fool, just like me. And how could you not be that which you are? Foolish enough to reach for the stars you already hold in your hand. Wanting to cut down and kill the pretty flowers in your garden just because they dared to bloom so pretty to your eye and you want to press them against your heart before they dare to die. Wanting to change the course of the river you have woven into the fabric of your heart. And thinking you can do all this while holding onto the shore that you must leave behind. You are torn and stretched. Contorted and tired. Smiling and sad. Crying as you grin. So confused. Though it need not be and yet no warning song can be sung clearly enough that you can hear when you will not listen and remain afraid to forget, craving to remember.

It was like watching a ribbon untie itself. As though the wrapping paper undressed the package and laid itself back into the flat sheet from which it had been taken. The scissors uncut the slash that had severed the small scrap from the large expanse. The curly bow relaxed itself and spun back onto the reel. And the present placed itself back on the shelf, unbought, and then dissolved backward into the parts from which it had been made. No deja vu this time. It had not been seen before as it happened now in this stagnant moment of motionless beauty. We spoke of time forever and God said nothing. I only listened for a moment while nothing was said and heard it all. I had no regrets but felt some tide pulling me back and hence I came. Like you too. We. Standing here ununited. Sometimes afraid. Unable to love. Daring not touch deeply enough to feel. Pulling the covers over to our side to stay warm while our beloved companion freezes in the cold of her own hesitation. Asleep. Just a mirror. I’m afraid to see myself in you. Though I do when I’m alone and you are sleeping. Sleeping like me, just so I can see. This pretty game you play is so sweet. You throw yourself into the fire of worry just so I can see you cry. And in your tears of fear I see myself learning to stand without judgement. Observing my emotions reflected on your face. Just watching in astonished wonderment. And that is only part of why I love you so.