Tuesday, July 25, 2017


Is the fabric of the world unraveling 
                                              or is it me? 
 Is the fabric of the world unraveling 
                           or is it me unraveling from the world? 
 Is the fabric of the world unraveling 
                           or is it God unraveling from the world? 

    A tangled ball of thread being woven into
                                                        a sock for soul
                                                                     quietly in a shadow whispers…

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Star Goddess (Multiplicitous One)

All that is real,
      is but the rustling of fallen leaves
 in the wake of your movement.
As I become a-wake
       I am one step closer
to your presence.
And so I slip into                   
        the waft of your fragrance
              in the hope that I too will be stirred.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Under Fallen Leaves

Under Fallen Leaves
Finding the dots under piles
of fallen autumn leaves 
watching in the setting sun   
              as the shadows connecting them 
 tell their story of times           
before the world was born

Consciousness Coalescence

The more we master the physical universe the more prepared we are to transform into higher consciousness.” ~ Buckminster Fuller

    Now this sounds so much like the rape of nature we see everywhere, but I don’t see ‘mastery of the physical universe’ as being the domination of it. But rather in the sense of to understand something very well, with an intimate knowing that borders upon the biblical meaning of ‘to know’ as in to make love to or like a master pianist creating the most splendid of music. 
   Perhaps never distancing ourselves from the world magical, physical as it is, never letting go of the awe and mystery of this universe, because it is there, in the mystery, play and fun, where the doorway to our transformation can be found. 
    To look deeply into smallest of subatomic particle or the grand cosmic scale bigness of it all and still see that wild mystery permeating and dancing in everything; is to open, at least a crack, in that door to wonderment at the core of our soul, stretched ever so thinly around all that is. 
   And when we finally get it and it finally speaks to us with the voice of a lover, will our soul burst as sometimes it feels it may or will it suddenly coalesce into something far beyond anything comprehensible?
   Whatever happens, it is there many are irresistibly and eternally drawn, 
         moment to moment, 
                    life to life...

Monday, August 29, 2016

Morpheus's Vapors

As the wind descended
from the tree top feathers
its fierceness,
slicing through my inner stillness
Awakening murmurings
deep inside me.

Echoes of a past life wildness
I had forgotten
after my expulsion from the womb
and those first neural connections
coalescing mimicked patterns
of word sounds

I found myself
called into a strange
new denseness…

What dark magician had
conjured up this spell
which pulled me into
       this world of frozen forms
which could only move.

They so lacked
     the vaporous solidity
of soul forms
whose manifestation
was not in structure but
lived in the dance
of their morphing.

Living condensation
and sublimation manifestation
and absence worlds
in transition
flowing through each other.

Those are the words
being spoken
with segments
from morphabetic letters
which never repeat
and can never
be written
but only spoken
in a morphing dance

 Memories reminding
that I
like a message in a sealed bottle
thrown carelessly
into a dry sea
am now having to
learn how to dance
my bottle
and tap out my message
on the stones scattered
on the endless
                  empty dryness.

Without eyes to sea
or ears to here
I sit wondering
if there Is anyOne
to the
     rhythms being spoken…

Monday, November 24, 2014

First Tap

It all begins
   as a pin pick
      on the fabric
         of void.

One finger tap
 to the tightly stretched
  drum head of eternity
     silently waiting
         to sing.
One tap
   just one
     one note
        and all the universe it's echo.
What is the beat?
   where the rhythm?

Who is this drummer
   and what is the song they play?

Monday, November 17, 2014


Moments, self-contained, infinite, bubbles, eternally real.  Each born into their center flowing to a unique originating past and outward into a future without limit or boundary.

Strung together, tethered by consciousness, each by its own existence, butting up against another making it the lie, never merging or blending into a stream.  

So time flows from one moment through to another to contain them, it’s self another lie and illusion of consistency. 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

There is nothing

(There is deep inside, silent, without cause or reason
in core of my soul
an eternal pain and deafening sadness which
as long as I can remember
has always been there)

There is no drink that will get me drunk enough
            to forget and deaden that pain
There is no drug that will get me high enough
            to put a smile on that sadness
No vision or dream that could ever come true
            that would make this life worth the living
            or it’s ending worth the dying

Only the smile in your eyes,
            the joy in your words and
            the kiss of your lips on mine
 that makes it so.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

A Piece of Grin

He had a piece of grin gripped tightly in his mouth
and wouldn’t let it go.

It was his hold on sanity to keep from
falling into the dark pit below.