dragon fly

a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning

golden spires in evening breeze dip
and you, gripping, reach to the river

what do you see
with your hunting eyes?

what tastes come
in memory?

i see only peace all about,
your wings of splendid silver filigree

tail tilted up to the setting sun
many suns within your heart of hearts

do you know i forever run toward you
and to all your dragon friends

do you feel me smiling laughing
my joy my welcome?

My Morning Star

You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.

I need not ask.
I open to receive.
Turn the bucket of me
right side up.

When you fill me with your golden fire,
you bend my edges wide and this
is my ecstasy.

I pause, breathe, and grow into my new skin.

Is there no end to this?
One part of me cries out–please stop!

Another part sings all glory.
This blessing.


Did someone leave my door ajar?
Or there is no door but what I make
by asking?

Light has left me messages, as questions
such as these, and I have nibbled.

This morning rather I gobble.
I take my cue from my dog
who seizes moments.

This morning I have eaten all the bait.
Hook line and sinker.

Where there are no doors, cracks forever are.

Wherever there are slippings
and mighty shifts
love is.



I have awakened to a land called Hu.
I fling my senses in any direction and love sings.

Green and living I am
and with greening things
I am friend.

I cry out–not publicly, but demure,
concealed and voicing
to God.

How is that the air has become so crowded?
Spirit fills balloons as large as the sun.

I am not breathing this
into being.

All breathes and all sings
and this is where I am.

home (after a poetic line of Rilke)


lingering long under a rising moon
with evening here

i stood guard over the solitude of you
and you for me the same

when tests had come to break us
when doubt had dived us deep
spinning us with utter nonsense

when the hearts of inner suns
seemed blackened and snuffed
and salt tears of souls poured

even then, universes turned and turned
rushing headlong before us

a scattering of doves
announcing faith

that you and i would
truly listen to one another

would converse
in a common language

fixed to silence so dear
to peacefulness

at home in solitudes
standing guard

first arizona rain

leaning from apartment rail
out from dry haven of a slant roof run
my fingers palms cups overflow full

and i imagine
tiny fractal mouths all
in a pine tree nearest me

bundles of green frond tips
opening to first arizona rain

later, at my returning
the afternoon sun appears
shadowed in a cloud break

every water slick
green of pine
casts ornamental silver

and one hummingbird
dodging drops
edges my head

all wonderments these
gracing a new summer’s day

To Action

Let this be spark to collective action!
To the exercise of natural freedoms and equality.

Sever attachments, break from safety,
from the shore of who you think you are!

Set sail with soul song,
with souls of saints and strangers
harmoniously singing!

Set out with hopefulness and growing faith,
with ideologies in abeyance,
All as One in open repartee.

Brothers and sisters, all of wild nature–
none left uninvited.

Friends at heart all, all welcome!

Who shall be chief navigator?

Trace sensitive fingers on contour maps the Universe makes.
Apply improvisation, as we too navigate invent.

With these tiniest of maps (the same is the largest
with infinite pathways) we are destined exactly
to found and inhabit New Earth.

Who brings gifts of intuitive sensing?

Everyone? Ha!
Must we draw straws?

Buddy up the chosen one with the expert
at the rational sextant?

Every single she and he of us
is a guiding star.

Accordingly, let’s begin convergent
conversations of stars.

Of the humans who choose to stay behind, let us love them.
Let us love them and let’s be on our way!

It is enough now that many have had good intentions,
have spoken authentically, enthusiastically.

Yet at this time they do not wish to enter in.
Each in his or her own time.

Others have voiced oppositions,
demonstrated resistance.

Some others — stuck in apathy,
in numbness, in powerlessness.

Is fear of bodily death
the ultimate stopping?

What is living if living itself
is death?

Are you one
who has ears to hear?

Are you that very passenger
ready to disavow, to disembark?

Have you awakened to the soft,
soul alluring whisper?

A call for Harmony and Peace,
for Natural Freedom and Equality.

Sparks for all of this.
Let us begin.