Friday, February 24, 2017

there is

within raindrops there is music
darkness and stingrays
there is

too much to ever be aware of
but at least I know
that I won't

one and one more and then another one
and then this now where it all melts down

shiver as you tread this path
in awe and in despair
be it be it all

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

flower

be a flower
be a stone
bring healing
bring all you have and leave out nothing
breathe it into the world breathe
harmonious songs and threads and
weave it into the whole the tiny of universe
tiny like you larger than any measure

Monday, February 20, 2017

waterflow

like water flows so it flows and we can't but follow
like stars like fireflies like drops in the ocean
all at once and standing watching by the shore
like we had all the time in universe like death was not ahead
is it really? what is?
just a single moment where it all happens and this is it
as I pick a branch yet not flowering yet not even showing it's alive
as winter snows and ice glows no water flows and
moon, the moon
shivering
tell me this rhythm is forever
like I imagine hearing fishingboats at night

blackbird

just a matter of time
until the blackbird
can't help but singing

Sunday, February 19, 2017

intense hibernation

stretching mind verbally
like reality virtually

we came this far

thorns piercing the nose of universe

these socks were made for sitting
sitting at length by night
sitting all winter

trying to endure
not by escaping
finding the grey stone
in the gloom
finding it like a pale beam
thrown from the riverbanks
leaving and again leaving

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

fritillaries


indoor fritillarias
leaning
towards spring


Sunday, February 5, 2017

old skin

widen, find
yourself and walk
through the skies and leave
the complicated like old
skin

and be whatever you see
be free to go
wherever you find yourself to be
this moment

magically everything like dust and hope like
my fingers twigs and my ears to the ground

never speak only listen
I am forever like you like nothing is

humming humming like birds
like saws and cars and bees
humming like the trees and like
blossoms
blooming high and low like the tide
never leaving
never coming never coming into being

crows clinging to it by their questionmark feet just like we
do
and the nebulosas know they know
because they are one
just one and so we are

did you know
what did you know?
did you know
that you didn't?