do you sense a shift

corner turn
wind bring

mary poppins
from north ancestral lands

sky-blue signals
perfect blue

blue of whale

blue in the eyes of the newborn

blue of the revolution

this morning
half moon
over the mountain
south of the peak

three clouds
thinning to two

over sedona red rock
one o so tiny cloud
has near disappeared

to blue signals

is it not time to call for a gathering

to overturn tables
of the money changers

in this our
Holy Sanctuary Home
called Planet Earth?

O Peaceful Warrior
gird yourself

with humility
with silence
with loving heart

grow wings

now
time

Calling long and deep
into the bottomless well of me,
my heart, I posed a wordless question
that water--free--be invited to speak.

So I listened paused I listened--
opened and dissolved
fear in me.

Water of my hands
woke up, sprung up.

Water of my feet.

Water of my eyes,
my brain.

There were no parts of me
my invitation was not reaching.

Little baby faces all that water was--
and each, an innocence,
a living breathing star.

And therein
other starry lights.

Green and azure golden
shot high and all around me.

Rainbows spinning, under and over-lacing,
composed a heaven's tapestries.

Like Houdini gone under river's ice
(a trusted but not perfected trick)
I have listened for a soft murmur
to lead me to the escape hole.

Not knowing has thickened the surface.
It fills my ears with confusing bubbles.

Whether I open or I close my eyes
-- the same blur sun.

My lungs tick-tock.

Each time, when I am dying,
I know I know nothing.

When at last I am gone,
all things are made known to me.

In this life I know I'm alive.
I exist.

I shall soon enough join
the world's understanding.

I shall answer confidently  
to my given name.

looking up
at the beautiful blue sky

saying hello
to fluffy clouds

here and now
costs me nothing

under the cool of a desert morning
clipped to synchronic timing
5:34 am
universal

this new moon

she has named herself
baby water dragon

spell cast in her patterned rhythms
now in my breathing

how we say goodbye
how we subtract
simplify

how we say good morning

with a renewed
and loving heart

Upside-down and unconditioned I
climbed my tower.

Sprinkled my flecks and dodges.

Wistful-eyed, in soul surrender
with my twin wild roses, I grew.

Sunset in mauve near sparked attention
cop politician any progressive crew

and all the while
I whinnied to the moon.

Before the door was broken into
under-rooms had shut, had disappeared.

Streaks of starlight filled the streets
and sailing, flew.

This is way the desert sings
tra-la-tra-lee.

Tra-lee-la.