01252013

bounty… bounty…

everywhere

the window

the porch

the door

the horizon

steeped in red and gold

my warm feet

on the cold floor

my arms

raised in celebration

my hair

surrendering to profusion

there is no want

for open eyes

it is not what is seen

that matters

but what is sensed

inside the core

01192013

another mindful serendipity...

morning chimes.

grace unravels.

i spill myself like ink

inside this open vessel.

01142013

the air is dressed in a hint of

paper, this morning, a swath of

bark, shattered and smashed.

it strains to lure me away to

another time, another place.

and while, before,

i might have said,

i will not stay your hand,

today, i sing a different song.

sitting in a mild cross-breeze

of south and west,

i know,

not even the air, with its

wiley ways, can make me

fly outside of myself.

oh, no!

not even you, air!

not even a legion of elements!

01092013

sometimes

i imagine myself a book scribed

by invisible hands

chapters here and there

pages full and flowing

but for the blank page

every randomness in a while

even those empty pages

are heavy with stories

shuddering with narratives

voiding their lungs

of the perpetuity of

the false whiteness

they occupy

01022013

she said,

i feel as though

i’ve lost touch with

that chunk of my life—

those twelve years that once were,

but now no longer are.

i can’t remember any of it.

i can’t… nothing at all.

i said,

can you give flesh to

that emptiness?

she said,

i can’t.

i don’t know how.

i said,

what do you feel

inside yourself?

she said,

i feel nothing.

i feel numb.

i said,

shut your eyes and

go inside yourself.

she said,

i feel shallow. dry.

hollow as a drum.

i said,

where do you feel that?

she said,

right here. between

my rib and my heart.

i said,

what is the emotion

inside what you’re feeling?

she said,

loneliness. sadness.

despair.

pick one,

i said.

she said,

i feel fear.

make space for it,

i said,

and let it be.

she said,

i feel shame.

i said,

make space…

she said,

i feel anger.

i said,

make space…

aaaaah…,

she said,

i feel free.

i said,

the mind will forget.

the spirit will forget.

but the body will always remember.