With the flipping of
The tide
I realize my life
Is
Passing bye.

With the wilting of
The rose
Out there is
The end of the road.

In the night
I had longed
For the light
And
In the morning
I had longed
For
The night.

When together I wished
To
Be alone
And
When alone
Haunted every moment
In isolation's
Prison
I searched every soul
For
You.

"Smell the roses"

I added up
Every fault
From the past.
I dwelled
In all fears
For the future.

Gratitude for the
Present
Was
Beyond my grasp.

And here I am
At
The  turning of the tides
The wilting rose
The end of the road.

Breath in
Breath out
Breath in
Breath out
Peace in
Stress out

Peace in
Peace out

Serenity in
Serenity out

Love in
Love out

Compassion in
Compassion out

Bliss
And the mind is silent


...

A song of streaks and slumps
themes repeat themselves without relief
one minute you are up
one minute you are down
and each moment feels like forever

Nothing is going to change
inside or out
helplessness reigns
every decision you make
you should have refrained
every decision you didn't make
was the one which would have fixed everything.

You sit in shame
staring at the wall and wondering.
A flip of the dice, a flip of the cards,
a flip of the light, a glance from blue eyes
heat crackles midas
touch
you think you know
for the moment you have it all.

A song of streaks and slumps
sometimes decades long sometimes in moments wrong.
A river forever different forever the same

Don't lose hope
Don't get too cocky

In the end
streaks and slumps march us through our time.

Couldn't figure it out
Couldn't see it coming

was innocent once again
figuring out the ins and outs

Let's just get down
to the heart of the matter

Exiles stance wore him out
The glass house peering out
Hot breath on the glass
(Total disconnect when she left)

Let's just get down to the heart
of the matter

Lives roll in on the tides
Roll back out when time dies
While butterflies fly
all around me

Let's just get down to
the heart of the matter

In constant conversation
this isolation
Silence and words incessant
Don't talk about what
can not be
that one adoring touch

Nothing comes inside to
heal that fragile spot
Time's passing grace
Time's moment of adoration
Windy touch

Let's just get down to the
heart of the matter

Darkness, life and death....

For my Mother upon her arrival
Once the cold white warrior
softened through wisdom and
experience.
In your love I hear my own
communicated softly.

Your presence through time
an anchor, an edge
a clarity of mind
a witness in the kindness
of others
who in your presence
became melodic spirits
encased in kindness too.

How did you hold so much power?

Shiney youth and age
remind one of the ocean's
waves come crashing
drawing back
mixing
Always the same
Always different.
A moment one after the other
and gone forever.
In that flavor I taste
the sea and serenity
as I, as you gave to me;
and I held you there
a vast marvel of
endless wind blown currents
holding one mystery
after another

Dear  Mother
Upon your arrival
as you blessed me
I bless you
in your infinite grace

11/25/06-Fall
In Memorium, Dad

He did not pass
He did not die

He waited for me
to arrive.
The 410 Freeway mysteriously
traffic free at 5pm
An open highway on a Friday night
with Thanksgiving just passed
at that last bend.

I arrived and sat with him
His head rose, masked, heroic
Breath reaching

I gently stroked his smooth
inner arm in that game of
"tell me when my finger tip
reaches the exact spot"

His tongue went to his teeth
in gesture
whether tickle, or talk or kiss
(three times his tongue went
to his teeth)
The traffic such mysterious
coincidence.

I thanked him for waiting
and kissed his forehead

After the last breath
There is no other.