Poetry

would you believe?

little girl, crying in the dirt parking lot of a church over a skinned knee you managed to get playing red rover
You end up falling off a boulder in Death Valley in a dozen years, laughing out loud as you discover all the bruises and scratches with your friends later by the campfire light
tormented 20 year old virgin, mind always racing with unanswered questions, fear ever brooding in your heart
You have your first threesome, and then your first foursome, the summer you’ll spend traveling after you turn 27
sweet darling of thirteen, writing out a list of attributes for your perfect man with your best friend: ‘godly, hard worker, patient…’
You fall into the hopeless romance of your life with a criminal, both knowing and unknowingly – you’ll divorce him six years later without any regrets, but with plenty of secrets
innocent baby, not more than eleven – throwing up dozens of pills; all alone in a big house on a lonely mountain with only guilt and shame to guide you
You live –

Poetry

Awakening

a gentle stirring like
breezes tickling leaves
ants rustling beneath
grass growing
flowers blooming
sunshine thawing snow
listen with your whole
suspended breath
tremors of focus
gaping open mind
deliciously craving
hope that persists
it’s not here yet
but it’s coming
persisting passed
primordial deaths
pushing up beyond
limits condemning
reaching out and in
to find reunion’s bliss
like whispers on wind
lost to distractions
yet still ever there
for those of us listening
following paths of light
the fae leave in dust
it’s not obvious
until you see it
close eyes and savor
falling back into dark
letting possibility implode
freeing up all powers
dancing to the silence
caught in rhythms unknown
allow conciousness’ expanse
collapse all assumption
cradling soft tenderness
adorning love with glories
breathe and be breathed
join once again in beingness
it’s not only an end
this awakening