We are just a tiny flock
you and I;
I feel safe here,
for you are the one who holds me.
Nestled here in your hair
I am loved;
you are holding me.

In the morning
when I hear you stirring
my heart pounds with excitement.
You are coming
to open my door,
coming to hold me.

Then from your hands
come smells and tastes,
and colors and shapes
I cannot begin to count.

Up and down
and back and forth
all day I dance
on my small stage
just to please you,
to hear you sing to me,
so I can sing back, too.

When dark comes
and you shelter me again
I want to tell you
how full of love my heart is,
how every night
I dream of having hands.
I want to
but I cannot say
I want to hold you, too.

a daring mountaineer
ran out of lonely peaks
and women he could brag to

he met a wild woman
just as tired
of her narcissistic journey

they attached
and hoped
they were in love

this projection
became their Everest
with no summit

they ate crackers and soup
listened to talk radio
fell asleep wondering

they sighed in unison
quit dreaming
of mountaintops

the addict told *******
he was moving out of town
and could never be found

the **** user
kept calling her hypothalamus
but it never called back

the midbrain begged
the frontal cortex please
just one more time, ok?

the parents wondered
why the alcohol counselor
was not Jesus

the *** addict apologized
to the therapist
for not wearing underwear
again

the alcoholic told his boss
his grandmother died of juvenile diabetes
and he had to go to his funeral

the counselor sighed
then read again
what the Tao Te King said
about nature's inscrutable ways

Who is this keen lover?
Closer than my own flesh,
Sweeter than the naive wishes of my youth.
She who loved me before time
And will go with me
When it is time to dance with the angels.

She is more than the women of lustful ecstasy
Whose moods swung with the days.
She is nearer even than my own mother
Who never truly was anything but a DNA match.

She is the silent witness
To my life’s trivial dramas.
She may not always approve when I flail,
But I know she loves my soul.

She is the intimacy of silence,
The radical profound love I feel
When I am out of my mind in solitude and yearning
For just one more kiss,
Joyous for no earthly reason I can name.

As the leaf dies
It loves the earth onto which it falls.
The executioner’s heart breaks as his vain axe falls.
Say “No” to anyone or anything
And you get a huge “No” in return.

Scream at the lover
Who has abandoned you
And the lover is still gone.
Say the parting is all the other’s fault
And you find yourself still alone.

Your sweetest love will get trampelled
Your careful plans ruined
By fires in the alleys of daily life
But there you still stand
Perplexed and searching for meaning in the chaos.

The average man’s an idiot;
His ego rages against a machine
Powered by the unconsciousness of hamburger society
He first fattens, then withers
Becomes totally blind and deaf
To the light and music of his higher self.

Don’t be in the idiot parade.
Say, “Yes” when everyone else says, “No”.
Sit and feel your gut churning
Suffer the static
As your limited mind radio
Tries to find a channel that does not exist.
Eat an unripe bitter peach.
Smile at fear.
Save your energy for the dance of individuation
On the puppet stage.

The love you want so desperately
That you believe can only come from another person
Is in you already.
Everyone seeks what you seek.
They see in your eyes
What you see in their eyes
And neither of you could see the love
If it was not there to begin with.

Look for the love behind the wall
The anthems of projected blame
The paranoid unfair burdening
Placed upon us to provide for others
What we can barely give ourselves.  

Postpone your case until Christmas recess
When the judge is tired and careless
And your radical situation may slip between the cracks
Of life’s soul-less bureaucracy.

So your birth was unavoidable;
Your death, its inevitable.
Everything in between
All your radical efforts to be happy
Get down to only one thing –
You must forgive yourself
For being addicted to being perfect
Because you aren’t.
You’re just as lonely and confused as me.

But that’s the intention in this life
To learn to see through the suffering
To have more compassion
For the frailty of yourself and others
Wouldn’t that be nice?

From noticing comes attraction
from attraction comes desire
from desire comes touching and tasting
from touching and tasting comes craving
from craving comes attachment
from attachment comes expectation
from expectation comes disappointment
from disappointment comes resentment
from resentment comes pain
from pain comes anger
from anger comes frustration
from frustration comes unhappiness
from unhappiness comes isolation
from isolation comes loneliness
from loneliness comes despair
from despair comes boredom
from boredom comes  silence
from silence comes acceptance
from acceptance comes healing
from healing comes a new life
and then from that new life comes noticing
and from noticing comes attraction
and from attraction comes desire
and if you are lucky
you recognize the game.

El soldado no quiere matar el enemigo.
Una guerra bastante grande pasa
en la mente suyo.

Lo que molesta son los temos de un hijo
no son peligros verdaderos
pero en vez son suenos
en que el hombre ve
lo que no tiene vida real.

No puede luchar mas.
El ha sufrido todo possible.
Apurate al lado de este gran Corazon.
Da le un beso.
Que el puede aprender sonreir.



THE SOLDIER

The soldier does not want to **** the enemy.
A great enough war is happening
in his own mind.

What bothers him are the fears of a child
not real dangers
but rather dreams
in which the man sees
that which has no real life.

He cannot fight anymore.
He has suffered everything possible.
Hurry to the side of this great heart.
Give him a kiss.
That he may learn to smile.