this presence is welcome,
this guidance is small.
impermanence touching,
the abundance of all.

the pulling is subtle,
the vision grows clear.
the wanting feels achy,
the knowing feels dear.

one foot in the Evers,
most-mind in the now.
growing, less to the why,
and more to the how.


we are sprouts of this Garden,
so lovely to learn.
the Sun giving gently,
on this Earth,

for our turn.

I didn't know I was paper,
did you?
I was drawn upon, and re-cycled,
It's true.

I've been canvas and clay,
and crayons for days,
cornflower, periwinkle,
plain blue.

I've been stretched over bars,
and chiseled away,
an assemblage
so grateful for glue.

I've been made,
so I've created.
I've expressed, as I felt.
I've been inspired,
and inspiration.

I've been you.

happy in a nut
I sing for my cup
to fill. as I move through the day

my share of spilled landings
keeps me grateful as candies
that I sometimes get to learn in this way

the odd(s) of my living
pushes ha(l)ves into givings
not yet there. but I'm reading its play

happy in a nut
in a groove, not a rut
let's be souls
gladly stumbling
our own way

Be my water, dear,
Leveled.
Be the truth in me,
Fevered.


  Be the now.

       Be the now.


Be the shine in me,
Present.
Be the line in me,
Drawn.


Be the offered.

Be the taken.


   Be the the dawn,

          
                        Be the now.

The fearless instraction.
The love of things, willow.
The newness of strings in a row.

A topic injusted,
A fated carnation.
Lapelled in your silkiest glow.

I want you not nearly.
Horizoning sunburst.
You're the fewest that I'll ever know.

I'll meet you on morrows.
With clumsiest wordings.
You're the seeds that I've not seen to sow.

Your face is a token.
Thus feed instead words.
Don't bore me with lesson's facade.

I've seen this, the circus.
Your rings merely eyelets.
Engage me with freshening Odds.

I'll teach you to whisper.
Though, bring me full substance.
Even pelt me with heaviest clods.

Let's drink now fruition,
Til swimming in discourse,
And earn out each other's applauds.

As the young woman pulled
Her straight hair from around
The long slender of
The back of her neck,
I found gratitude in my regard.

And today,
There is no loneliness in sight.