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To A Stony Beach


Glen Arbor Beach

Glen Arbor Beach

Into the quiet calm blue sky

Breeze a whisper tap

to what clings to sand and stone

Clear lake gives licks

to the stony beach in soft repeat

Sun gives all his heat for Spring rising

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There is no hurry in this day

Only the call to ease and breath

In the slow sink of steps along the shore

Eyes called to the stony hope of treasure

And the shimmer lake smells of winter’s retreat

A distant buoy rings it’s caution

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Too far away for the care of this wander

Seeking stony fortune a pirate’s quest

A dazzle of gold, a ring of emerald

A chalice, a charm, a chest of stolen bounty

when now, a stone will do, an empty shell

a bit of washed to smooth wood.

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A wanderer, a pirate, a youth remembered

Into the quiet calm blue sky

With no hurry to the day

Far away from the careless

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The Hard and EAse of Flow


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Haiku

Flow is not working

Paradox of opposites

Oxymoron sky

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And then some

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There is sense to a flow

that gives to a natural ease

When going with the flow

finds calm in each moment

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Till the application of Hard comes

And what was finding ease

Finds velocity by disruption

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or maybe worse

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Stagnation pools at your feet

wrapped in a morbid stench

of passivity going no-where

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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RISING


GERMANY 130

In the cave dark and deep

Cold gives lies to what is thought lost

The heat of the heart was pulled

to the North where winter held her

Hostage to the frigid deceit

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A flickered shiver of a flame

on a breath of a whisper of green

Takes in the inhale of Spring

remembering the call of the Sun

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Pushing up from the dark and deep

On hands and knees crawling

on ancient bed rock out reaching

for the light.  Pulled to the east

with morning’s waking yawn

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And you stand up tired of sleep

Tired of of the dark cold cave

Raising open arms like buds

unfolding to the Sun’s illumination

In the quick blind, on the first

inhale of life’s arousal back to yourself

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Haiku for these Days.


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

Make all your days Good

Each moment a resurrection

The Full moon rises

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5% of hard.


Because it seems the New Year ‘should’ start off with positive vibes and the joy of embracing what comes next, this poem,  maybe a bit unsettling, and it still holds to the possibility that there is 95% of joy waiting to be released.

The day/year did start hard.  For me, this welcomes the possibility of finding the soft, joyful edges, the willingness to notices insensitivities and the letting go of righteous surety.

In the dedication of this poem, I give it to the elements:  Fire to burn away what doesn’t serve,  Air to bring in a breeze of clarity and goodness, Earth to ground and center,  and Water, to sooth and wash away the old debilitating hurts of long ago.  Spirit comes to give the loving prayer.IMG_2870

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5% of hard lays a weary sigh
draped in grey judgments on
the passing of how morning
gave rupture to the new day
of a new year in an elongated
moment of fearfulness longing
to be held to heart and loved .

There is wonder in how the 95%
of pleasure and goodness
shuffles to the back of the heart
guarding the opening.
Of how self forgiveness trembles
in a fetal flop against old bones
cradling the sorrows repeat,
against the slow drip of
self inquiry’s harshness

Self defense gives no protection
When there is nothing ever to
defend in that self righteous
agrimony fueling insecurity.
Maybe not quite sensitive enough
to let the way of how she blows
and shivers out those fears
in awkward self suspension.

Of a damage so long ago
given and held in those cells
echoing a call to how you’re never
enough in the no matter what.
Struggling to be whole
To be more than 5% of something
hard that crawls over the 95% of something
soft and good to a lay a win on what is
so much less than the total of wonderful,
mighty, courageously full of joy.

May the new year heal
the hard hurt
May the new year unravel
the fearful heart
May the new year reveal
that you are enough
and loved

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This a summer of…


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

This is a summer of gathering

letting go, remembering,

moving, finding a new groove

 

This is summer of fear found

fear release, surrendering.

making space for new possibilities

 

This is a summer of edges

pushed, hanging on for dear life.

standing in the Center.

 

This is a summer of startled resistance

Deepening into the forever after of

when Oneness calls to the let it all go

 

This is a summer when angst

outgrew herself for peaceful resolution

On fresh pages freed for a new story

 

This is a summer when what needed 

to get together got to together in the 

seamless love given by others.

 

This is a summer of gratitudes fruition

When to give is to receive and to

receive fills the giving cup

 

This is a summer when the heart prism 

finds the clarity in the crystal

Catching all light in her opening

 

This is a summer still happening

in the calm of moments accepted 

In the trust of how the Infinite unfolds

 

Perfectly.

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