The Opening

In this sacred space
your voice,
calm and wise
transported by a breeze,
infiltrates my thoughts.

I feel your soul
align with mine
and answers
are revealed

~Everyone is afraid~

there is fear enough in this world,
but, to love in the face of fear,
despite the obstacles,
come what may,
is the greatest gift our hearts will know

To open hands,
allowing love to land,
rest,
knowing the slightest breeze
could carry it away,
is strength unmatched

to love in the
middle of a
storm of vulnerability
is true beauty

in this spirit,
giving freely,
without expectations
I open to you....

I open because:
"I want to unfold
nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded,
there I am a lie
and I want my meaning true for you"

There are no happy endings
in sight
pain is
a certainty...
but possibility
outweighs fear and risk

I don't want to give up a chance
so precious and rare
to intimately know you...

heart, mind, body
long to become
inextricably
tangled up in you...

knowing in the midst
of chaos
beauty is born.

I want this season of emptiness
to come to an end.

I want to write the stanzas
of your luminous soul
and illustrate your
meaning.

I want to be
the mirror
which reflects
the majestic wonder
that is you.

You, with the sparks in your eyes-
daring me to gaze
my facade crumbling...
daring me not to fall

You, who speaks this
foreign language
of my soul
so fluently...

I fail miserably.

I just can't figure out
how to not love you.

So, it begins...
this pilgrimage
to unknown territory

the journey I knew would come..
arriving in the midst
of a thousand star-kissed
raindrops

showering me with Hope,
giving shelter in the arms of the storm,
birthing possibilities....

I offer my hand,
ready for you
to lead us
through these
foreign lands.





*Italicized text from Rilke's 'I am much too alone in this world..'

Improbable Odds

You've been caught
in the game
so long now,
pushing memories aside..
forcing amnesia

With steel blue eyes
you scan the crowd--

48 pairs of legs
a dozen heart-shaped asses
twenty silicon filled breasts
5 who have viable grey matter--

none with viable hearts.

I stand outside
in cloak of night
riddled with imperfections
peering through the
smudged pain,
watching as the wheels
of a beautiful mind spin

My heart captures the moment
with crystal clarity
I open,
as a dozen fireflies escape
glowing brightly,
my hiding place exposed,

you glance towards the window
our eyes meet,
hold...............

a sigh escapes your lips,
you turn away
making your choice--
a blonde towards the front

you mentally calculate...
"4 out of 5 ain't bad"

I close my shutters,
fireflies scatter
and I walk into
darkness once more.

Words for an angry young man...

My license says that
I'm an organ donor
you know...
if I could heal you
by giving you an organ
I would.
But what torments you
is not so easily cured
cannot cut
and stitch you back up.

I am truly sorry-
that life isn't fair,
or simple,
or black and white
or everything that you
long for.
It just isn't
and never will be.

If I had the skills of a surgeon
and could heal you
by swapping out the
dis-eased
I'd start with your heart.
It's the most battered,
worn out..
there's a lot of scar
tissue
deep wounds
that never properly
healed.

Ragged edges of
puckered flesh.
It's ready to stop
fighting.

just
give
up.

I offer:

-a new heart
for you

child-like it has yet
to know pain-
has no scars
all it has known
is unconditional love.

Take it, trust it,
learn to listen to it.
Nurture it.

I offer:

-new ears
so that you may
listen.
Truly hear what others
are saying
rather than
those angry
voices tormenting
inside
your head.

Maybe you will
finally be able
to hear me
and the others
who
love you.

I offer:

-A pair of eyes
so you may stop
looking for faults
in those around you-
the faults
will always be there
in all of us...
as will the ugliness
of this world

but with fresh
eyes may you
see beauty
exists
alongside
pain and sorrow.

See the grey hues
not only
black & white
see vermillion
chartreuse
lilac
celadon
saffron
along with
red, green,purple,
blue
and yellow.



I've been cut out
of your life
like a cancerous
growth
the
biopsy results are in :
benign..



Your reasons were clear,
fears unfounded,
claims unfair.

I cannot remain
passive
when under fire.

Fight or flight
response kicks in
I defend my
heart,
my soul,
my words,
my thoughts.

Sometimes harsh words
are needed-
I don't make apologies
for them.

I can only apologize
for your pain
and hope
that through it
you will learn to fly
again..

that the little boy
who loved his Nana
who loved without
terms and conditions
without expectations
who had peace
will return.

I'm not a surgeon
I don't cut,
Not even when
the growths are cancerous.

Once my heart opens
in friendship
the door stays
open
a lifetime.

This earth mother
will be here
offering what
she can
should you ever
have a need.

~blessed be~

Woken from a dream

Dreaming in poetry
thoughts of you
never have I
hated words so much

Pontification of Pinter

Pinter would be proud;
these moments straight out of
act two, scene five.

We've mastered both silences
spoken, unspoken
one in the same.

140 betrayals
224 homecomings
amount to little more
than an hour
in our lives.

I've painted the walls rust
aqua
royal blue
never green..

black and white silence
amplified
each p a u s e
pregnant
but in the end
papercuts
still b
l
e
e
d
all over the page

you,
me,
her,
him,
them,
all of
us
Ashes to Ashes...

Moonlight brings
a remembrance of things past,
slight ache
then silence.

tenacious lilacs,
rare in these parts
tremble in the gentle breeze,
shed twinkling drops of dew
with stern precision

solitary moon,
scatters light
over spineless hypocrisy
of oppressed legions,
winking starlight
lies

Replication

If we continue to take and take and take
all that is not ours to give
surely, we rob the dawn
of her splendor
raped and pillaged by calloused
greedy hands

Nay, I say to you
'tis better to be infinitely patient
for she will rise
after darkest decline

So take your hands and
shield your eyes
she will arrive slowly

as you stare
brazenly
she will emerge
in brilliance
brighter than all the weeping stars united

A singular face more exquisite
than any you have dreamt of
you will reach out with trembling hands,
but you must be open, transparent
only then will you be able to touch,
and hold
a shooting star

As you feel her seeping into your veins
take flight,
soar to the heavens
break through
with sustained song

descend
set the axis spinning
become dizzy with beauty,
knowledge
compassion
Blaze brightly, unafraid
so that others may see, hear,
intimately know.

At last, when your fingertips have blistered,
release your tenuous grasp
watch with wonder as beauty explodes
replicating ad infinitum

only then, will you truly know love.