dad

November 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

they call him the man of mystery
a scorpio by birth
and by definition, a figure in black
twenty steps ahead in action
and thought, as wise as time itself, he knows
specifics of middle eastern conflicts
how I should handle a breakup
how to load a dishwasher with engineered perfection
a musician with a pulse on life’s rhythm, he can see
humor in humanness, a skill of sense, he can hear
the oscillation of truth and champions its emergence
a squeaky hinge unearthing all that is just
he cultivates principle in life
and gospel in his garden, a provider
he serves and protects family and dog
as reliable as the moon’s rising and falling
he is eternally there, without doubt
he leads, twenty steps ahead
but always looks back to make sure
I’m near and loved and safe and content.
what a dads to have been given.

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Seeker of Magnificent Peace…

September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking 

on loss

September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment

swimming into the space of without 
having one fully there
and then not 
you feel 
so fully, and don’t believe 
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do, 
now,
that you’ve felt loss, 
now 
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more 
thought
to think and if I’ll ever 
be able to grasp 
a moment of calm 
when my mind isn’t 
spinning 
frantically in circles, 
loss
that so fully awakens you 
makes you 
present, but oppressively 
makes you 
absent, presses every inch 
of your mind, pulls every fiber 
of your being apart, no matter who 
made the decision 
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so 
ever 
present, here
pulling your tendons in 
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience 
it gives 
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart 
tapping, lungs 
gasping, feet 
stepping, hands 
typing
albeit 
pounding, 
sharply, 
numbly, 
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing 
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself 
feel…
your mind 
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells, 
pieces of the earth 
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly 
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul, 
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so 
deeply

Sept 1

September 2, 2017 § 2 Comments

for the start…

the sense of heart

is best kept, not within, 

but without, aloud,

when we’re born we can’t speak

but we sense, we share, 

perhaps, when we find our voice

do we forget how to feel? sense? care? 

syzygy

August 21, 2017 § 1 Comment

how beautiful, syzygy, suddenly interrupts
calls down to us, longingly, please, look up!
turn eyes skyward, widen narrow slits
blink away blurred vision, clouded with grit 

a ball of fire, 400 times more grand
a small moonrock in orbit, like a grain of sand
and our home, still searching to someday be whole
filled with life, love, wanderers, and lonely souls 

is it astronomical the three should align? 
or a prophecy defined by expanses of time?
it’s the call from inky seas, wherein mysteries lie
it’s the only way we’re here, the pull from the sky

it spins us in circles as time passes and thus
we’re aligned in the orbit as they call, look at us!
we appear to be different, they might explain
the sun with an incredible pulse that sustains

and the moon, shining only with the sun’s selfless light 
that gives without taking, yielding depth to the night
making peaceful patterns as we sleep and we wake 
in diligent duty, it only gives, never takes

the moon, it guards us in constant orbit
an incredible beacon, a silhouetted portrait 
dependably circling as we pull it near 
its loyal light a guide our planet holds dear

and our earth, the one so incredibly full
with the only beautiful form of life that we know

we are one, pulled together by forces of grand
mysteries floating within our expansive land
a sky, so filled with amazing unknowns
can’t you see, please, look up! we’re not so alone 

we’re different, yes, but so very the same
three lost rocks wandering in a darkened plane
we’re in this so deeply, with the expanses above, 
safely held in orbit by the gravity of love

syzygy pleads, please, open your mind!
the sun, the moon, the earth, all beautifully aligned,
can’t you see? we’re here, with love and with light
a calling from nature when day becomes night

a moment of peace in chaos and hurt
a call from the universe to our beautiful earth
it’s incredible, it’s here, it’s not yours or mine
it’s ours, it’s love, please value all humankind

shouting anthems of beauty, the universe interrupts
it’s light, it’s love, it’s ours,

please… look up…

dreamer

September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be

but what about me?

perspective

April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.

like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate 

through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes

 

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