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
to be.

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.

“The Ant People”

When I first moved to Cottonwood Arizona in January of 2014, I was instantly hooked by the ever-presence of giant hill after hill of Ant Communities. Nation upon nation and so industriously alive. I found myself dropping headlong into the mystery and power of it, of their mini-cosmos worlds.

Down on the rock and sand flood plane of the Verde River I took many pictures, up close.

And finally I began bringing offerings of pulverized crackers.

But alas, not everyone would be so enamored. Some may regard them as pests always, many as a sort of no-thing, even in the wild outdoors.

Might we bring a little awareness and more consideration?

I am remembering my father now, as I go to this place. I hear his voice echoing in me, his mantra (when we were out in Nature together)

“Always keep your eyes open, you never know what you’ll see”.

When I am aware, with the eyes of my heart open,
I see them and I so love and respect them.

They seem powerful friends to me.
These days I’ve upgraded to sprinkles
of slightly outdated, by human standards–raw oats.

I wish to teach the children about the beauty and awesomeness of ants,
as I was rightly taught. Let’s send messages of love and respect
to All of Nature.

Thanks Dad.

creativity and freedom

It’s coming to me today in a gentle shout, as a reminder, that we humans are here in this life to be truly alive, to grow and to flower, to cast new seeds–in short, that our purpose in living to be free to create, to love and to share. And this is a great pleasure, a natural enjoyment.

It is so simple that spelling it out here is as easy as stepping off the shore into a lovely sandy pond, or off an ocean beach to have the toes experience the push of rumbling surf.

Who among us did not simply create–make up stuff and simply play, when a child.

Take a second to feel this experience which you know.

You have not forgotten.
You remember one day of it now.

it is a summer’s evening and school is out
and you run run run with friends
you run and run and run and you are free

your feet do not touch the ground
the sky is beautiful
the sun tells no time

and then after a while
the call comes from the house

one day right now today is the day
do not answer this call from the house

the house is not your home

you are free right now
you have all you ever needed
it never left you

you are free to play
to love
to share