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K Mae Jan 2014
So she said.
Upright and mobile, weary of this lonely arrogant stance.
For whom, before what shall I crumble, inhaling relief of the kneeling ?
Or fold all the way down, head beneath heart, tender child's pose.
Might that be beginning or ending ?
Might there be surrender salvation here pending ?
title quote, May Sarton (The House By The Sea)
K Mae Jan 2014
~~ holding~~
on call
timing unknown
plan to keep appointments
and fly at moment's notice
as babe and mom near ready
I shall deeply breathe her through
**no question of connection
birth the only truth
K Mae Oct 2012
Some say it's the end
fruition of prophets

I know we are stirred
dying and leaving
Those who stay are busy freaking

Earth heating, grumbling
Fault lines rumbling
Economies crashing
Politic back lashing

Universe expanding
we've proven it's true
If I can stay present
I'll see I am too.
K Mae Jul 2012
Recognition !
Yes, we said, then
Yes- No- Yes- No -Yes
Yes surrounds your No
Gives direction to my Flow
I am dammed. I am blessed
I am Known , and Yessed
This partnership thrives.
K Mae Jan 2014
So hum
I am

So hum
I exist
under all knowing

So hum  
moved by breath
grown by desire

So hum
K Mae Jul 2013
I shared a dream
it was not met
did not convey
the magic*
   it means no more than this:
  a moment's disappointment
K Mae Sep 2013
age resists sleep
with dreams too vast for lying prone
aware that time in this free zone
may end with a quiet nod
**immortal valor once was mine
a human gift as such divine
K Mae Mar 2013
You don't go there with me
I go there al-one.
K Mae Nov 2012
If I will do this...
then I will experience....

Yet any and all power I have
rests in my next choice.

Outcome unknown.
All deals are off.
K Mae Aug 2013
forgive my arrogance
my own experience was
all I knew
K Mae Aug 2013
bliss meets hopelessness
one does not change the other
honor each as choice
K Mae Feb 2014
when we might take comfort
                            we plan tomorrow
        feeling desire now and again
                  assured I am alive
               but later
K Mae May 2014
resounding chords ascend   from lifelike paper notes
   augmented visions shape   curves in deepest space                      
       perceptions do portray     a storied truth of now
          branding this reality        mine and yours unique                      
            so often in agreement       *and so we co-create
K Mae Aug 2012
Let me remember that pathway to God
I have found in the sharing of essence
Honor the Goddess who breathes still within me
now so long forsaken-
in tribute to working day tasks
Let me see once again and feel with deep fervor
the magic of Sacred connection
For this is the reason
we bonded our Journeys the Pleasure our Birthright that lasts
K Mae Sep 2014
I dream at will
both asleep and awake
swirling all colors  
delighting all
who happen to dance on my path
K Mae Mar 19
Pulled to kneeling
By assaults of worry.
I surrender.
Receive this blessing.
You are the power for yourself.
As I am mine.
K Mae Jul 2013
must conjure as I dance
gently on clear flexing line
that step by step appears
from current root of choice
  believing it supports my mass
imbalanced it may be with doubt
that's cast away yet grasped again
forever seeking moving balance
this ~ now ~ attend
or abandon to free fall
K Mae Mar 2013
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
K Mae Jun 2015
words and color swirls and stains
creating folds in space
  portray perception
glimpsing now
as only
I can see
so paint it out
following curves
all  just a play for me
K Mae Mar 2013
I do not seek to change you.
you do this on your own
surprising yourself
delighting me
 *Shall I extend the same generosity
to myself ?
K Mae Jan 2017
owl call gliding over all
coyotes feeding yips and howls
all this expressed now I can sleep
but for jangling metal flagpole
careless winds that raise
my wariness of flags
K Mae Oct 2013
free fall surrender
gifting fiery ripeness
feeding mother's earth

cycle turning in
wind assisted letting go
time of brave response

I too wear a cloak
buffered from the coldest winds
fire in my core
realizing that autumn leaves replenish earth with their living essence ,
and after reading Charles ****'s leaves en-route
K Mae Feb 2013
I'm flying away from winter
to feast with palms and bougainvillea
egrets, pelicans, banyan trees
assuring my enraptured ease
I may be silent for awhile...
may return with sunmelt style
K Mae Aug 2012
They have molded one fine dream
       so grand that it takes two
For one of them it's now dead end
      and one cannot pursue
We build to leave before we're done
         no matter what we do
No power can prevent the loss
          from this small point of view
K Mae May 2014
Mothers day.
Baby's too.
Born to be a boy of blue.
Blues he writes and blues he loves
Don't greet the world with no kid gloves.
Courageous Bull he picks his battles.
Daisy chain and more he rattles.
Don't fence him in with no corral.
Just turn him loose and he's your pal.
I love this guy and who won't say
The blues be bust on his birthday.
Happy Birthday of many colors !
K Mae Jul 2013
move   slowly
for  this    has    weight
and       fills      the    space
liquid       moving       wave
**all         that's        ripe
will       likely     now
  be    birthed
K Mae Aug 2015
I come close, craving and cradling
when you sleep
half awake, your words sweet, edges blurred

    But awake  
your voice so loud
shakes my world
arms jabbing all akimbo
building what you fear
your words cannot transmit.

Beloved, go to sleep.
K Mae Apr 2014
willingness may
appear in the next space
as if she'd never left
but always breathing
any moment soon
still too far from sky or scent
mind runs where when I look
too fast to light to land
perhaps a stance
a choice
a body curve
a wish
a prayer
**for she is camouflaged beneath resistance
she whose passion overflows
she who magnetizes
she who aligns  
who embodies
all is well
K Mae Aug 2013
Shall we expand
to be conscious
in the spaces between ?
K Mae Oct 2012
Beyond bare branches
Constellations shimmer bright
Uplifting my gaze
K Mae Sep 2012
Beyond the rules of reason
our field of co-creation
where linkage has no impact
on present living play
relaxed expanding essence
expression of desire
manifesting dreams now
this magic is our way
Linkage: formula of denials that used to work
K Mae Aug 2012
full moon grows
to witness again
K Mae Aug 2012
Moon rounding
urging us again
to re-birth
K Mae Aug 2012
You are so Loved
May you so Love You Too
K Mae May 2014
I took me to the ocean shore
let the wind blow through my core
hollowing to hear the tune
empty as I watched the moon
questioning all that I knew
darkening to black and true
K Mae Dec 2012
Forecast calls for shooting stars

We are blazing too

I watch my people closely
K Mae Jul 2014
fur sheen black as skin is pink
        eyes unnatural green glow
who rubs against our legs and stays
     tail wrapped in ownership around
intelligence honed by games razor sharp
whose lungs fill with fluid now like an old smoking man
               and must be given drugs
         and must be slept with
      for he must not die ignored
                             my heart aches with his
Blazon, a form of poetry from french culture, grown from the list
Blazon, a structure for stream of consciousness
K Mae Oct 2014
walking hearts the long way
up mountains
down mud ice rock
carrying anima
and animal as needed
with intent sensitive agility
and brilliant sullen creation
beyond my comprehension
walking bliss walking
no where home
no lack
I hold the needs
as you walk free
K Mae Jun 2014
for you, my friend
I practice attention
mesmerized by dignity
memorize a likeness
unified beauty
blue heron
K Mae Jul 2013
body to psyche:
don't lift anything you are not willing to embrace
keeping distance leverages hurt
Healing strained muscles, hoping the lesson has gone deep
K Mae Mar 19
blurred non edges
directional lines now waver
melding with uncertainty
biding time, abiding self
in bog darkened depths
warily inviting what shall emerge
K Mae Sep 2012
I braid my hair
hiding wits ends.
You tuck your shirt
as if we like
keeping it all within.
K Mae Jun 2013
longing for you in passion misplaced
energy stills in entangled embrace
craving the sweetness of symbiont song
a tourist in realms I do not belong

yet partner beside me expands with attention
committed soul union so blessed
why exploration beyond co-creation
my heart beats the call
bring it home
K Mae Jul 2012
Tomorrow was your birthday.
Love survives.
Are you vaster, out of body bounds?
Are you NOW ?
You remain deep in our soul.
Hearts thrashing weeping still,
You fast burning comet
irresistible untamable seeker
Thief of yourself.
Thief of my brother.
K Mae Nov 2015
and at night
when we might take
or give comfort
we think instead of time and the morrow
feeling desire,  I know I am alive
but later, perhaps later
K Mae Dec 2012
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being ***** by a sea
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.

Thich Nhat Hanh
This poem I remember often in my attempt to make sense of this world.
K Mae Jan 2013
I am calling back my soul
the part assigned to you
     who's well beyond imagined need
     which all along was mine

I did not trust you to your path
disguised as mother care
craving sanctified connection
fill my need for veneration

I now call back my soul
cut free these knotted cords
languishing and out of place
**reclaim my essence for myself
K Mae Jun 2013
the poem is borne
  and will not change
  so I soaked it in ***
           spewed whirling
               candomble chants
          from depths afire

and yet unyielding form remains
so I covered it
      in mouth-melted chocolate
          swallowed once more

           sweet cantadora hush
candomble : an Afro-Brazilian religion, sharing some beliefs with Vodou, Santeria, and Obeah
cantadora :  singer/storyteller, keeper of the lore
K Mae Jul 2014
We miss you too much
Cat and I
He agreed to run these first crises through his body
I do not know what is next.
K Mae Aug 2013
We birds find food near end of day
springing from the ground
to shake wild seeds afree
See low a cat creeps now so near
We are the subject of his walk
Leap to the meager air we fly
Safe from hunter's stalk
These clever creatures I witnessed at sunset in New Hampshire
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