I am speaking beauty
into your heart
loving brown eyes
glowing smile
grazing cow

I am speaking warm sunlight
and bathing calm waters
into your heart

My dear
all is well

Even if I am too shy
I run to you
today I woke up
wanting to speak out loud
these words
in hope they would ride the air current and something would reach you

My early birthday gift was a plane ticket
in your direction, the North Pacific Current will carry me there.

When I push it aside
it pushes me back harder

So I let it sit next to me
all that love with all that sorrow

Maybe the two can call it a truce
inside my body

they might be able to hold hands and start to cradle each other

I will look at all the lovely flowers that tilt my way and thank them for such lovely a gift is their presence
that I could cry at their beauty
at their kindness
so when I look at them I try to hold back my tears of gratitude
I can only stare at them and smile

If you need strength take mine
and if you need heart
borrow some of mine
you will be alright

i wonder
   how long
it takes to rest
   before a sliver
summer
   must be
given into
  why can't kindness
be enough

I am an audacious
little bodied gal
when spirit calls
I leap
I close my eyes
and my earth bound body
soars

little well of a heart how full it get when it rains
and your am not prepared to drink  

i saw news today and I wept again; it had to spill somehow
all these horrid ribbons of pain well over in a stranger eyes

human dignity is buoyant and the sacred heart of christ is still
in the west bank

I choose the calmness of now
the slow step
and the possibility of a depth unknown

It does not have to fit anyone's vision
except my own
if it hurts and it does not bring joy
then there is no point
running the same race
to keep winding up at the same starting point  

I choose the softness of now
the full heart
and a life unconventional

It does not have to be stamped
and approved
if it harms, holds back
and does not nourish
the risk is run of it never allowing the true self to shine

I choose the fullness of my spirit
the risk of ridicule for the joy of authenticity  
and I pray this body be an expression of the infinite without continual limiting

You crackle like an ember
and I know life is still burning within you. .

Just be what you are. I enjoy that,
I respect that from  the fiery depths
of this blazing lifetime

What do I do with this love in my chest:
I let it roam the room because when it is stuck inside it feels repressed, and I hear it when I come back from work banging on the door

Some days it shows up on one of my walks
and I let linger by my side
I acknowledge it so
I speak to it “ this is a normal part of getting older isn’t it ...the getting your heart ripped out, right ?”
it answers “ only metaphorically”

Sometimes it’s an unexpected coffee shop song that like a lamp that is stroked three times lets the genie out
“Make three wishes” it utters in my direction

“First that only good comes of this”
“Second, that there be light which illuminates him for the rest of his days”
“ three: that this makes me a kinder human being”

I hold my knees and rest my head upon them
Then I begin to shift my weight back and forth
to slowly loosen my skin

Maybe if I take it off, this weight, these perception –I can come to clarity.

I to see clearly what you are here to teach me.

Soy de las flores
de ahí nunca me mudé

"I choose spirit
the all-encompassing" I remind myself

I do not need to pack nice dresses
or many pairs of shoes
I do not need to take the rings
or earrings
not even the bracelets engraved with my name
I do not need to take books, old journals or certificates

I do not need to be what I have been
unless it submerges me deeper
into this sea that resides amongst my floating ribs
unless it guides me
down past the twilight zone and into the enveloping darkness
of the midnight aphotic zone where I can find
what the anglerfishes feed on/ what gives life when the warm light of the sun cannot follow
and plummet
like my will further down



until it can pierce through the veil of the material world

until I come back to this room as an angler fish and feed off the cocktail dresses and light  the dark deary rooms of the old home I grew up in with bioluminescent bacteria and have no need for shoes or jewels

It is days like these my being howls and wishes to diminish distance, fold miles and come close to you.

I live on this rocking boat that
                            sways forth
and sways back

loosens me up as if  teaching me
how to dance
                          one step forward
two steps back

There many rivers to be in awe of
wide,life giving, enough to satiate  

I must look at the rivers near me
and know they are just as healing as any other just as birthing and comforting as my most beloved rivers

I can bear the weight of my own light

in it rests my being

when I am there
there is no need to listen I move within it
and with it
and I know where I should go
when I listen to the path my life wants to take
and I honor its pull it leads me to next right place which is always now

You are lovely
Have I ever told you?
Or have it kept it tucked within the two corners of my smile when the thought of you arises

May the days pass and may you know with all sincerity you are loved.

There is something sweet about the way nothing can take away your ability to create your inner climate

fear arrives,  hold it and then release it  
anxiety knocks, call into the house by its name
and then send it off

Hope, feel it in your heart
and let it expand

You, You pick how sunny it is.
You pick the wind temperature
and what plants are in season.

Nothing outside lays claim to anything inside. Release the bad so that
from below the warmth can peer through the veil of victimhood and you can see that everything  you dream of is still in your reach

No delay is infinite
All things come with time, you decide how patient you will be

It feels bruised
The area to the right of my heart
towards the middle
almost at the midpoint where my ******* meet
is in pain
but when I look in the mirror
there is no green, purple or yellow
and I wonder if in a few days it will show itself or if it will take years

warheads and bombers
      are tied clatterings
of just-married cans tying us to war
again

Diplomacy should have married
the bride, but here we are
to war again

Someone steal the bride
someone make the picket signs

For I, too, refuse
to go to war

Light of mine
I hold on dearly to you

Metaphorical winters
are worse than any sub zero days

Warmth
glinting of the soul
I embrace you with both my hands
and I give this living all I have got

I should think more.

My ability to respond is limitless
walls are again down
and I know I am responsible for everything in my life
only me, not someone else
for the sweetness or lack of sweetness in my heart
from now on I ought bring my own honey with me everywhere I go
What’s inside I can make pleasant
for I chose to respond now with sweet
sweet involvement  and engagement

You sit in me
every once in a while
I swear, I just feel you

Wherever you are–
I hope it’s nice
every once in a while
I wear longing in my heart

I know, my affection for you is deep
Where does that leave me
I hope it’s somewhere close to the fondness of yours

This little ribbon of lost meets


the slender and wide ribbon of remembrance.  


all children are ours.        


  All people are worthy of respect


when you can open your eyes again,



       even to stare into someone else’s pained eyes or even your own


                            you can tell


that there is room for compassion,


        there is certainly room

for grace

you come to me in dreams
but I cannot remember what you tell me
just the faint image of you lingers when I wake

I will slowly wake and decide that the day is beautiful and that it presents me with opportunity
that it is another great gift one is given
and that I should never forget that much
that quickly

I open up the gates and let down my guard
May joy not be impeded may it flow like a river
I am so tired of trying to hold back the waters of trying to police my mind
I feel the way I feel
Care for what I care for
And I love who I love
I open up the gates may joy fill us

when you smile the sun recognizes itself on foot
when you smile the earth bears fruit
when you smile even though it has been rough, in you I see me
when you smile there is a gleam that emerges from your eyes
when you smile all dreams seem possible
when you smile, I do not take life for granted
when you smile, I want to be greedy and see you smile, again
when you smile continuously, I know it is your gift to the world
when you smile during these times, I am sure you have chosen joy
when you smile I am humbled at the beauty of your being and I am reduced to sifr "0 /zero" and at the same time I am irrefutably everything when you decide to smile we decide to smile, too lovingly and in the direction of the present & the future

Love, be well
rest
I have a whole heart
to give you
does not matter if you take it
just matters that I see you
Love, be at ease
thoughts can be so cruel
You have a whole heart
beneath them
matters if there’s joy within it
Love, be at who you need to be

Little birds have been chirping
So I booked a flat in walking distance
of the swallows’ room

The sky is yet to come alive,
and I plan to sketch it once I have arrived

“Icarus has a sister” they whisper

and I know caution should be had; I also know that every birds who sings under the sun offers beauty to the world

“the heat melts what is soft” they murmur

And I know it thaws, chemistry and physics are not lost on me; I also know that melting iron does not mean it isn’t strong

(Little birds have been singing, calling the children of Daedalus to melt their iron hearts and receive the seventh wave)

The wilderness:

a forest
in the night
is only as treacherous
as our mind

a sapling  
under the light
is only as magnificent
as our thoughts

a human
under all circumstances
is only as pliable
as their self perception

She doesn’t want to belong to her mind so often anymore,
so before bed she walks out into her garden and takes a handful of moist soil,
brings it with her to bed, and holds like a rosary.

Gotta have a sense of humor
carry it with you
hide it in your back pocket
and whip it out when it's getting too grim
a joke, a pun, a silly little dance
it can be the arrow
that shoots the harrowing times

When the sun rises and a thought of you appears I neither angry nor do I plunge into sadness there is only longing knocking on my door.

I have followed the bridge to this lovely pond.

There is no one around
only the sound of an acorn woodpecker pecking into the red flakes of a giant.

Floating over the water is a small wooden boat
tied with cordage
to a brown post at the end of the dock.

It is on this dock that I plan to sit and rest.

This fragile mass
sways through this living
loves through this living
moves guided by your light
you hold me up
in the memory of every cell
that gives me form

I could carry two suns on my back
and walk across the galaxies tread the universe
I am your dream of life

Pieces of me that love you sway in front of me
and it is my first inclination to always hold my hand out
and want to say “are you okay?” it is in my nature and it is because
I care deeply
that no outcome, no gain, no debt, nothing need be collected
it is just my own peace of mind and will to share with you something
as I dram you forgot your jacket
and I knew I needed to return something
give something

the S W A T team and L A P D cleared
the way for w h i t e sterile vans to advance
slowly through the crowd of filming spectators  towards the factory and take the workers inside

the family members with mothers,
brothers and fathers  inside rushed
to block the entrance

the S W A T threw canisters at the folks
standing on the sidewalks nearby but its foul
smell that made the bystanders cough could not mask

that unless these officers, these servicemen these agents are Tongva/ Gabrieleño in downtown L . A 
 they are just  I M M I G R AN T S  arresting I M M I G R AN T S

There is still the loveliness of today that roams through the quiet moments and the mystical dream of what this world could be and what it already is
All things change and nothing is ever set that’s the real magic

Look at how beautiful you are when the thought of love opens up your arms to your own reflection
Look at that gleam in your eyes when you realize you deserve all there is
to a fruitful life
Look and be astounded
by the way your joy and your truth
are untouchable by shame, and embraceable by all who know this life is neither black or white
Look at you already so full of light
powerfully & unapologetically shinning into existence

Every time the wind moves a cloud
may the sunshine peak
if only for a little while
to warm his skin
and clear away any thoughts
that may linger to fester the peace inside

carrying is the wind
floating is the scent of calm
arriving is the doodle that with playfulness freshes

falling is the temperature
soothing is the array of clouds
restoring is the laugh that puts an end to silence

all the tools are here in this shed of a chest
i need just grab one

Periodically I crumble
rumble the earth like the faults lines where tectonic plates meet

Baby blue bird when you feel the winds has  been knocked out of you
keep on chirping
There is still a lot of life to be lived
don’t you worry
When you are ready you can give flying another shot