Breathe Stars

Right now–dare to live.
Stop insisting on chasing death.
Stop trying to die.

Quit the grand delusion,
for you shall never die.

Grow your wings and fly to the mountaintop
of your world. Breathe stars.

Bravely go alone. Yes, you can do this.

In your average day — exercise conviction.

Draw in golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.

It is nothing less than soul’s power-fuel.

Inhale slowly.
Experience the gentle music of love’s fire,
as flames pull up a chimney stack, up pipes of ovens.

Faith builds with such breath practice.

Greed cooked away.
Anger transformed.

Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.

Prepare that your purpose
shall speak to you.

Breathe starlight.

Are you surprised
that you feel no heat?

Your unique timelessness
awaits your recognition.

Bees

from where I am now at home,
easy on my blue couch

I had a wisp of a thought
and at that — circles of you
spiraled and cut messages in the air

clockwise danced around dangling
pinpoint flowers holding
sips

white and white again, each petal
accompanying rush of shallow river water
talking over rock

if I had had the notion to
carry you home in a pocket,
would you have nipped at me on the way?

this is to say
I have carried you home today
and you are now no further from me
than my very breath

this is ever so

I buzz
while you fix dinner