Equal Loving

Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,
she’d blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
and lend a listening ear?

I’d said “I love you”.
She and I were One.

Who would have thought — when stone heard me
loving her, it would, it seem, speak back?
I was loving stone too!

Stone, I admire your villages.
I smile at your many stone peoples.

I eavesdrop on universal questions posed
around fires carefully tended.

And around hearths, among
cinder specks scattered–one minute wisp,
a grain of cinder there.
I love you too!

And in that cinder grain I hear —
worlds of stars, sweetly singing!

By way of explanation, dear reader friend stranger
this is what a practiced discipline of
loving all beings equally
has made of me.

Crazy?
It could be.

But will you nonetheless
accept the possibility, my hand,
and go love adventuring?

If you’d like, we could earnestly
talk it through.

Love speaking through us
and we, listening.

Waterbone

I have known heights, aimed
like a bullet to the top of my head.

Known forbidden songs, jagging
placid landscapes.

Waterblood waterbone of this my body
incessantly crying out to me.

Fire! Yell Emergency!
How long the abuse, how long!

In the barreled pit of my sober life
up from common sense–snapping into it,
my soul came alive. Alive I say!

By grace I breached!
Free in the wind!

Kingdoms of water, alive Earth kingdoms —
hear now the words of my tears.

Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!

I slam on the brakes, tear off the roofs
of my steel compartments.

I see sky and feel in daylight all the hidden stars.
I declare — the emperor of death
has no clothes.

I scatter forgiveness, unjudging,
across all the fattened streets.

Over the graves of ancestors, I vow.
I feel grand openings–oceans singing.
Spinning angels’ symphony.

O Water, I shall love you.
Shall speak up and shall protect you.

I shall fight for you.

I shall fight and die if I must,
ten times ten over I shall
— that you live!

Breathe Stars

Dare to live!
Stop insisting on chasing after death.
Stop trying to die!

Quit the grand illusion.
You shall never die!

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

Bravely go alone. Only you can do this.

Regularly in your day–exercise conviction,
visualize. Take in
golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.

Take them in through the nostrils.

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

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

Faith builds with such breath practice.

Greed cooked away.
Anger melting.
Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.

Transformations to flowers.
To gratitude.
To generosities.

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

Flow Awareness

With a shift, an inkling, concepts dropped
and I was all of my true name.
I felt etched in moving water.

I streamed me, was as water frozen,
as water falling, water drifting
as fog, as cloud.

I was mini-singular, H2O.

My two hydrogen rabbit ears
danced five different ways,
and my oxygen laughed and sang,
(what a fabulous team!)

Sundried, now as the clock struck noon,
I found my feet and stood.
I built myself of basaltic rock.

Tower of Babel–polyglot soundings
in cyclic revision spoke intelligence,
spiraling I was.

I inverted. I apt dived down
and in my transitions,
I grew rounded and hollowing.

I was Earth. I was Center.
Was Sun at Earth Center

where timeless pinpoint passages
snatched me home again.

O, boundlessness.
I have no name.

Year Ending

Altogether I was walking a familiar path,
when strangely my shoulders felt pressed embraced.
My two feet moved so fast; I felt levitated!

Along my lower spine a surge of traffic came —
particles and waves of sunlight
from the center of the earth.

HI HO! my trillions of cells exclaimed,
stretching borders of their community kingdoms.
To reach to nourish to receive it in.

This is all of why I am simply here, I think.
To stop, to sense, to listen.
Call it love.

How is it that such magic happens?
Bless this place at year’s ending.

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 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?