It is precious to hold another It is o.k. To hold the wash cloth To squezze the juice Out of a DAy Until you sleep So deep There are no dreams left- No one hears The call The same Your heart Soul LEANs into others Who are able to carry you

The stages of whining For a week I’m taking Taking the ‘but’ out Not an ounce of complaint for one week I’m very well but.. I love my home but… My mother was lovely but… So many BUTS The quantum physics of it Disallows my BUT I’ll see how it goes.

They may come and they may go . Their silent lessons teach us to do the work, Thousands of things we need to learn.and to know. Opening a heart is most of their concern. Show ones true self, don’t just walk away, listen and see the simplicity Ask of help and offer in return unconditional…

At our best we complement Each other Happy In our Skinner Boxes Of our making Lacking Real coordinates So I pretend I KNOW IT ALL’ And it works for another day And a half Maybe Today we play in the sun Ring of fire daze Tilting Cosmologies Starting in space Ending in the Dirt under…

Feel the pain And your tears of the Mind Real A ghost she once was Enduring the battle fight Inside Taking and taking enlightenment Nourishment Giving her child Food Strength to carry the Sword Sounds of bells A future tale A new moon Gives new light Feel the pain And your tears of the Mind…

Miraculous displays of blessings, benefactors. Beautiful, graceful ballets, amazing masters. Sipping espresso by the sea On, the deck of a café, Free to just be. Sauntering, along the bay. All time is melted into now. The feline purrs and sleeps. On this sunny day, we bow. Renewing our deep vows. A single robin high in…

The first one was 20 years The next was 10 The last one was almost 25 The question is Should I even be looking for love again The reality is I wouldn’t even know where to begin Is there a list that describes all the acceptable traits someone should have? Or do you create your…

Life is Grand. Even with the ups downs. Merry-go-rounds. Pretty meter maids. Carrying fresh lemonade, on roller blades, gliding in the Gay Parade. Dykes on Bikes, Was a most powerful site. Kissing in the moonlight. Leaving my heart there, in Ghirardelli square. Wearing leather and lace. We kept pace. Sending each other, within, outer space.…

Another year has passed For me A new birthday A new age A new way of thinking Opening the passageway to Higher thoughts More than we can ever Imagine Lots of actions A loving Serenity Believing With a human sphere Connecting Channeling the source of Peace and light Only the truth Will flow It will…