driving home...
"you ready for some company ?"
"sure come on...maybe you'll spend the night"
fresh with all the years
my heart leaps for him

no class plan
but urging of my body
yearnings of my soul
guide weary friends
with serious joy
for one sacred hour
meet as we are
together

swirling through muddy fog
expertly as I can't
issues nagging tasks at hand
weary trodding tagging panic
Didn't I so recently feel joy ?
Same me in Same life
seen through shuttered eyes or light
surely I can change perspective
why suffer life as if defective?
Logic Need Not Apply
calm the breathing
laugh at nothing
smile as if
my bliss
is true

my goddess lies silent against her wall
no jingle sweet music from her hanging bell
awareness is heavy
colliding of flows
fruition uncertain
contracting birth throes
pressure is building
that I must contain
steady and balanced
as death I would feign

simply to be
all I am be-coming
consequences unknown
beyond my awareness
simply to bear witness
and so change the medium
in which I observe
not separate
simply present
meeting your eyes
doing this courageous thing
that may be easy after all*
when my gaze aligns
with my purpose

You don't go there with me
I go there al-one.

There is no closure.
Death joins and veers life's flow
We continue
stumbling, sliding, climbing
each stage as best we can.
I cannot know depth or breadth
of your grieving path
Shamed I believed I could
Nor can I know my own
until it rises
flooding body and mind
pummeling down
I cannot map its course
only know there is no closure.