Friday, May 21, 2010

Dark Daffodils

Dark Daffodils
are shutting the door
to say goodbye
forever more
to darkness

from far away
I hear the call
you are the one
my wonder all
consuming, distracting,

I dust my shelves
my books I straighten
My clothes I fold
I am not mistaken
the place where I feel you
lies in the center of my being
by inspiration, I am caught cleaning
To call you forth
to conjure you to me
For ever more, as always

Time dilates, I radiate
I walk about, without a doubt
I'm over here, you're under there
Love is a concept, I breath and stare
at springs renewal
the birds song
of southern cold winds
your head rings
I am waiting, still waiting
For you

I cannot say goodbye
I cannot stop this
I swim in the ocean of your essence
I am helplessly lost, imagining your lips
forever more, as always

This bliss is painfully close to the matter
This call is like madness, to love, not to spatter
to trust what's in front
not plan
not falter
our guides tell us it matters
to climb the ladder
for love
cross the oceans
for love
clean the mess, do your taxes, make the bed
for love
for ever more, as always

Saturday, May 15, 2010

You Have to Feed the Fish

You Have to Feed the Fish

My heart is landing somewhere
I am listening to the walls
So I float through a door
in my search
what are the whispers saying?

I am adrift on this raft, out at sea
so alone, so isolated, without comfort,
Will I find the port in the storm
match the missing mitten on a cold day
remember the galoshes or the muddy puddles
I have an intense hunger
it says,
You have to feed the fish, you have to water the plants.

The alarm goes off and one can press reset
sleep a little longer,
but in the end you get up to face the day, when
your love has flown its migratory path half way around the world it needs to rest,
it needs a soft landing.
It wants to exhale,
to build a home,
every twig of experience gathered with care
Finding the right tree,
singing a duet to greet the morning sky
nurturing enough to perch perfectly and see past the trees

I need to go into the place
where I dismantle the need
find that place
Find the power
You're controlling it and I exclaim:
Are you kidding me?

I am a tropical fish
delicate but sturdy
I need constant flow, a soft current
I need warm waters and food and care
Fed by your gentle fingers, gentle, strong, consistent
How could I loose something I never really had
as I reach out,
I don't want it to slip though those fingers
meant for touching, caressing
I hold onto the idea,
but watch the space begin to grow, neglect
stretching the nuances, a distraction
like the drilling bit lost in the concrete
fantasy, of the You and the I finding each other

I'm lucky to feel this love, I'm lucky
to feel anything
really. I want you to explore the
terrain of my heart and plant your flag,
and stake a claim, pierce
me, possess me, then tether me and
I will always find my
way back home.

Thursday, May 13, 2010



Beautiful, delicious, joyous
my yearning swells my heart
baths me in a swath of light, flight and love
the one
the oneness
the onenessity
vibrating vibration, sending out the splashing
my turbulence
needs the corporal self
needs human warmth
galaxies of wonder
dimensions of bliss
energies dancing without form
the light so light, light, so light
I measured up,
I stepped up,
I offered my out stretched heart
I opened up,
I trusted up,
I believed
in this magnificent fountain
in the warmth of the sun radiating
in the pleasure of loving freely
send it out, pass it around, don't keep it for yourself
bath in it
ride the waves
trust like the wind
have faith like the rain
endure like the horizon
primed for it
an opus to the divine
the eternal swelling of the infinite
galactic, noble, gracious

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Daffodils, Fiddleheads, Dandelions

Daffodils, Fiddleheads, Dandelions

The voices beg me to go deeper, reach cleaner, yearn closer
I dream of a spectacular love, I dream of another life, I dream of transformations and hugging, sensual bliss and being at peace. Searching the forest floor for mushrooms and fiddleheads, wild garlic and fantom fairies, I begin to repeat myself, leaving echos, leaving footprints, leaving words, dropping stitches. So I wake up, this dream inside the dream. This river inside this spiral arm of the cosmic wind, gently pushes each galaxy to collide, to slide, to beckon, to borrow. The spotty night sky, inside the looming spiders in the corner sway to the saved messages on your answering machine. Spring brings rainbows to bless the union and quench the thirst of the rich soil, spring celebrates with Daffodils and lilies and young nettle to feast and sting. Spring also invites fiddleheads and dandelions, coaxing their transformation, encouraging the energy to Blossom, Bloom, Banter. I did not hold your hand, but you did hold out yours to me in the most chaste and gentlemanly fashion, endearing myself, imprinting the impression of warmer weather and summers approach. I beckon my open heart, but I'm careful with my Body language. I nestle into the corner of your heart, but I am only visiting, the cold earth has yet to be planted. It's too much, to young, too far, too complicated, to be real.

All I wish for is the life of living real love.
All I love is real while wishing for a life well lived.