We took my sister home today her husband and I. We took her home bone bits and ashes in a brown box and a blue velvet bag I carried her on my lap my arms around the blue velvet bag the brown box and I imagined As I held her that I warmed the bone…

Touching Your lips the first time, I heard stars Knocking against the roof; Each calling out its name, Begging to be let in; Crying that “tender” was a word They made for you.

She hears the Coyote Howling It howls at the Moon She spins Turning slowly Slowing gaining Velocity She spins Into another time Body mutating A little super girl Wonder Woman Underoos I see you Rope in Flames Love is fragrant It reaches in Deep Seeds are planted Always say Where you are Love and mercy…

I know my own breath is the wind; Coming and going In and out, returning. I know my breath as God, as source, as spirit, as Ruach. Coming and going, In and out, returning Never coming to me void ( But from, the void ) Where all is; And always will be. And this Takes…

I step out side in the evening air, look up into the sky and I see what’s there . Little shooting stars flying around, an almost full moon And quiet around. I set my intentions, and wish to share. It’s a nest yes I get lonely up here. I remain patient, I reman strong ,…

It holds an oak , maybe 75 years old , perfectly formed staid and uncensored A brown field that holds court to white tailed deer and Sand hill cranes But what brings life are the songbirds, I laugh at the bluejays , if I lay out raw peanuts , they are there in seconds –…

Sparking Words spill Drinking Soft sparkling champagne Silken Slipping into Soul fountain Pouring life Wisdom Holding One Yet To find Gold Within Choosing Vision Keeps me awake at night. Being brave Striking terror Fighting back Find the power Find the will Find thine own Saviour

When hope comes out of nowhere When before there was despair When I give up hope, when it would be foolish not to When I believe, when everything screams to the contrary When I speak the truth about myself When to do so I risk your love When I’m grateful when I would rather Be…

We all jockey for centerstage To be heard To be loved To be understood We all want a glimmer of hope Not happenstance A framing that crops the best A perspective that doesn’t narrow But magnifies the heat of love That aliveness of being A precipice of understanding A core of being realized-

It is The man on the Greyhound Bus who snarls at me when I take a seat by the window. My Levis are torn at the knees, My hair is short, My dark glasses shield the tears forming in each eye. The man on the Greyhound Bus who packs all he owns   into one pocket.…