I let go
in order to grow down,
into dark, nutritious ground.
I feed my garden
nectar of golden apples.
Having freed my hands
of tares from elsewhere,
my plants grow so full
weeds send up flares
just to be noticed.

Tall twisted oak stands solid in her affrighted woo

Such longing, but faintly sensed by some soft-treading stranger

Her message, like a mantra, repeats in hushed tones

"Many times removed from its source is the shadow of the Moon's light

Primordial being's sounding, if heard, is never wrong or right"

And so shiverless in stillness do her roots and branches reach

Deep blue and grey cold seeping into winter's wood

Icy is her stare and fierce limbs do moan and creak

Yet devotion follows in the footsteps of soft prompting

Are you?  

Underneath the evergreen 

The needles turn to Towers 

And the Chariot races on 

While Infinity's lady silently stills the lion's jaw 

Am I? 

The yellow Sun pours down 

A knowing smile, the Devil laughs 

And the waters course more swiftly 

While the veil between the pillars grows thinner with each night's dream 

Are we? 

Birds sing sweetly this alchemy 

Earth-bound angel proper measures mix 

Evolve!  He said, wanting not more of the same

Transcend!  He cried, and whispered her name

Black and White steeds charge on, a canopy of stars overhead

Lamenting sorrows yet known but surely to destiny are wed

Sun rise after Death may be just around the bend

Lines curvature does persist and the circle doesn't end

Is it true that revolution is only another turn round the same old center?

(Dec. 5, 2007)

Something which when touched turns to nothing

Is most beautiful when beheld 

From a distance 

From behind the glass 

Strangely 

Seen most clearly 

Truly as what it is 

Not a something 

But a Nothing 

Signifying all 

Time itself 

Is 

Like 

Snow

Black caterpillar

  red mushroom

Strolling trance, fading pen

  whirling water

  sandy path

waving fern, breathe again

Black fingers

  wagon trail

red leaf, message sent

  trickle water

  pooling grief

stone wall, breathe again

Black eyes

  elbow tree

bleeding mushroom, dripping end

  crashing down

  berry tomb

wet leaf, beathe again

Black cloud

  low growl

It's better to go with you;

It's better to stay with you;

It's better to sit with you;

It's better to lay with you.

Telephone cords and daffodils,
Pelican beaks and ink spills,
Wet kisses and electric bills,
Laughing, gasping, sweating, chills.