Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. *-Herman Hesse

This willow weeps for no one

It hears the mountain's tears
riding on the backs of slow waves

This willow knows

that the sun's silence
is understood by every atom

It knows

that soon the rocks will rise up and
take arms

They will wage a war against concrete
and flesh

Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief
and will resume feeding the willows that have
long ago stopped crying

Sometimes  
I see him in soft shapes
and I can feel he
is fathomless

All beauty showing in
wild plumes of energy

We began this love affair
on the other    side  of  sleep

Him    there
luring me gently
with  his  kisses
like a  sweet lullaby

And me
waiting impatiently
to fall deep  into a  
fatal sleep

I shaped him

created him out

of my own image

until he became this

most precious flesh

I didn't know of fate

and how it would claim

him over and over again

then I got it,

in the most

certain of terms

and it feels like a sentence

I cannot escape from

but more like a wound

I am a sorry wound

that desperately needs mending...

It's all here
the pen
the paper
and the poet
perfectly
existing
simultaneous
in the
same
space
at
one
time...

"Fire cannot burn IT, Water cannot wet IT, Wind cannot dry IT, Weapons cannot shatter IT. IT is eternal, unborn, IT cannot die."
- Bhagwad Gita

IT is the real you
You conceive IT when
you sit still and calm the mind
IT is the soul
the awareness
beyond the observer
Seek and you shall find
that the IT is you
Listen to IT
For the soul speaks
softly in the language of
truth and silence
May it live on
forever

And so it is...

Good feeds the poor
It also shelters them
Good embraces difference
with inclusive arms
and does not deny people
their freedoms
nor kills them for
their right to protest injustice
Good does not laugh
at the expense of others
and very often laughs at itself
it protects the Earth
with everything in its power
and knows we are all part
of the Earth like the flowers
and the animals
Good is having a heart and
not afraid to use it
and if you don't care for Good
then maybe you are not so Good
and that is a bad thing...

We have forgotten ourselves again
lost in the darkness
of this void but it is the cocoon
to something deeper
and with teeth

We all want a place
in this world
to fit in like a puzzle piece
plebeian and all happy
like
this world isn't perfect enough
this isn't peaceful enough

if we are all encumbered
by the weight
of just one oppression
just think of how
stifled we are with
millions of them

The collision of two
gravity and star
bend in her presence

Open sesame
and peer beyond
the void seeming nothingness

Woman behind
the curtain, after all
She laughs a Goliath
belly laugh
and wonders what took
you so long

The way you bite into it
all bow lipped sweet
leaves me wanting
make your mark
Bite into me sumptuous
Canine grip me
then lick it to the bone.

Magic is you
day
dreaming me up.
It is the way you
look at me
when I say that.
or when your body is
unencumbered
by the labor
of gravity. Drifting.
Thinking of me.
It is the charm
I give you
to protect you
and when
you stop to day dream me
again.
A feather
will float
across the sky
then you will
know
I am day
dreaming
you too.

You,
being her
loving whisperer
makes her float
then dissipate free
into the sky

There is something
urgent on my breath

Nothing really new here
but an ancient dirge
we're dancing to

When you see it
This urgency
you'll know
It's in the eyes

and maybe on the peeks
of your skin

the brink has got us
and
Into the unknown
matter where all good
endangered species go

I am merely the
space between darkness.
and apart WE are unstable
until WE meet.
Like atoms completing each other
WE are so beautiful
WE light
up the cosmos
and the Nebulae
take envy.

Be a raging storm when you must.
Just don't get carried away.

Did you know the
bandage you
are wearing is safe
did you know
that you are too afraid and
in doubt
of the naked wound

how saline sweet

if you could alchemize
the hurt into cool waters
and heal from the inside out
dare this damp blood
to flood like the
scorn of a river does

how courageous some of you
with no bandage
to let it exit to evolve into
one big beautiful scar
**on its own

We were born
of divinity. you are
the infinite.
It was written
within us.
God wrote the codes
in us. You
Let them rise
the fractals of eternity
Let them rise and
search no further.
For death is the beginning
There is no end.
just peace. bliss and
the everlasting unknown.

You are not like
a volcano
with its
liquid rock
running down
full of urgency
No you are
more like
the sky
when
it
thunders

Give up
For the meeting
of flesh shall
surely perish

Wander in my love
you may stumble upon
the finest of linens

Spin always and listen to
the morning
it knows all things
it is the life
it is the eternal
the absolute living breath

For the meeting of flesh
is pleasant but shall rot
and
will surely perish

Candlelit dinners
are meant to impress
I've seen the show
'Keeping Up Appearances'
way too many times
to acquire that knowledge
but candles are filters for
aged women like me
the glow softens the face
then I begin to look like
a 'Star Trek' cameo shot
with vaseline smeared
all over the lens
To be young and
wrinkle-less again
would be my dream
just without the dumb that
comes with it

I left this flesh
for the bounty of
the gold soul

Paper womb
bends like reeds
the pressure kneads
me into this fetal thing

I have gorged myself
into a block of
mucous and spit

I stew
in immortality soup
open my everlasting eyes
and rise out of
the black of nothing
with wings of fire
glorious
in transparent skin

This is not the time
to be in hypochondria
Every night I feel
like I'm in sick mode
waiting for this next
ailment to take me away
Breathe. and
Breathe
don't let this sickness
overwhelm you.
I am not going out like that.
I think I'm ready.
I've got my ammunition.
And I'm packing a doozy.
inhaler. check
gypsy cold tea. check
lemons. check
garlic. check
zinc. check
echinacea. check
tylenol. check
thermometer. check
pulse/oximeter. check
send love daily. check
Prayers to God. check

When you arrive
your presence
feels like
paper wings
in my tummy
you speak
in flutter
then I begin
to faint
and swell

They told her
she couldn't be that way
awkward bashful
cocoa girl
a mad obtuse thing

She has a symphonic voice
like sybil with a sore throat
and her whispers were more
pleasant than reeking
filtered flower-scented air

She roams like sweet breath
gives peeks
melting the sky with vengeance
while veiling her tongue
with ecstasy

Keep filling
the sky with
the pure laughter
of your soul
then rise
my dear
rise

Lately, there is always
this man trying to
take something away
from me.
Big sparkly things
like my soul.
They say it has
magic in it.
Real magic
I can feel
and see with my body.
The good kind of magic
that could tip the whole wide
world in my favor.

I am spitting up universes
-like Kali- all destruction,
eclipsing the deceit of the Sun.

I will consume
the stars until I am pregnant
with the possibilities
of a new moon.

I am the keeper of secrets
-Like the High Priestess-all feminine,
divining the wisdom of bones.

My body imbued with the
spirits of indigo promise.

I will some day
leave this story
And like the birds
I shall inherit the wind.

In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.

The only remedy
for heartbreak
is time and a poem.

I am lost
in the tide
of you.
The ebb and flow
of you,
will be
the death
of me, yet.