Life is a Scavenger Hunt
A leaf
A flute
Being in the presence of the lion
As differing from its photo.
Behind inter-twining gates
Breakthrough
(Brake-through)
The whole world moves on the wind
Shifting north to west to south
Where are we &
Where are we willing to go?
A wind’s message
Telegraphed by leaves
Danced in boughs.
The birds don’t worry on wind
Tho made of only spun-lace bone & color
Riding feathers upon it.
Before I get off the subject
I didn’t even know I was on,
Even as my pen brushes the page
More dirt settles upon it
I write crunching words
The wind taps this tree
Thrums that one
Shivers of its voice
Measure density
In a code far too random for comprehension
Yet I’m reading every movement.
This could have had such a different ending
Instead of these hasty walls
Thrown up between –
Barriers of denial
Relating to levels of anger & fear
I let it all go
One petal at a time.
They love me,
They love me not.
Washed Tin
It’s a busy street here
When two people pass one another
To either side, one walking a dog.
My heart is simply full of itself
With many lives to live,
Gaily leaping timelines,
So much potential
The designated “poof!” of hours…
Yanked from quantum entanglement
To seem a moment’s solitary
Accomplishment (hitting the “play” button often)
It all had to happen, though
Forgiveness unforgiven.
Momentary gaps in the thinking it through.
Beleaguered & beyond redemption.
Befriended by ascension
The wavelength to be on
Find-able
A smoother ride than along
The coast road.
I couldn’t answer the phone
I was buttering my hands
Um, yep, butter
Too long to explain
Not for everyone anyway
Tho more than a few would favor.
The glasses shatter on the fireplace,
Finalizing the celebration
But out come the broom & dustpan
The tinkling pour into the trash
Will it be replaced?
A decision for another day.
The two sides of every offering.
I have lost you
You who could have stayed far longer
To talk me into eternity
One way or the next
To talk me over the imaginary hurdles
I have created on my own
Spun simply & from loneliness
Your skin was soft from sleep
When I touched you to say
“I didn’t know you were sleeping.”
I dream of you now, con permisso.
Living Divinity individually
Imagining duality
So, of course, a Singularity can occur.
I keep re/de/fining who I am
I’ve belonged to me for too long a time
I powerfully experience your turning-away
Do we cash out each other as we have been cashiered?
We tried this once before
To extreme disappointment.
I had One Escapade
But never saw the Devil I spat at…
I don’t have the nitty-gritty
Of being the fly on the wall.
Then he was summarily ejected from present company
Like a bullet, only one shot taken.
In his absence, we had no electricity for a while.
Without refrigeration, I am still frozen out for four days
From any/all conversation.
Until the PTB decide to sit me at a table
Pulling up chairs for accusation & disappointment,
Until I stand to say your life is not mine
And until you have lived it,
Do not accuse.
There’s a story here to tell
Untold & unafraid of itself
A love story stripping all else bare
To use the energy of the bones
I reminded her of an old friend
From voice inflection to flip-flops
So many interlocking pieces
With no interlocution.
Witness to sin
Condemned without trial
Or understanding
Yet walking free from it all.
