My mother attacked me when I got in the car
About how homosexuality is dead wrong
How they should follow the Bible
Did she know when she said 'they' it was me
Was she suspicious and trying to scare me
Was she trying to scare the gay out of me?
I don't know if she even knows,
But I love who I love, and I'm sorry but
I shouldn't have to apologize for loving someone
It shouldn't matter no matter what the gender
Maybe I'll end up with a girl, maybe a man
But it sure as hell shouldn't matter to anyone

we have always
searched and found
Two..
but in our age
Advaita is rising..
rising with questions
what where and when
attempts to locate
that illusive "I"..
the mind explores
in familiar haunts
but energy flags..
this good news:
the search failed
not finding
is finding..
and the prize
Not Two...

Let yourself not be misled by the notes
that fall to you from the generous wind.

Wait watchfully. Hands that are eternal
may come to play upon your strings.**

Early Journals

Our morning inquiry
asks when are we
finally to see that
we are waves in
an ocean of waves..
until this inquiry
we seem to reside
in our red boat
as red separates
from deep blue..
is it today
or does our boat
need a fresh coat
morning brushstrokes
red glossy re-new..
awaiting then
another morning's
inquiry and invite...

observing
of raindrops falling
in a gathering puddle
this rainy day..
variation and intensity
the drops disturbed
but the surface
seemed to claim
a oneness with each
of the falling drops..
then a hesitation
a placid return
a brief sun
claimed its oneness
with many other
falling variations...

as autumn dawns
her Friend in
simultaneous departure
and these words
arise from white
naming cooler sun
shrinking days and
shimmering leaves to
accompany her Friend
in one fluctuation
of season's end
and beginning...**

a blue heron's departure...

Who are those
sequestered and quiet
choosing dancing shadows..?
Who are those
alive at intersections
pressing their interests
with laughter and tears..?
Who are those
hearing the cries
serving the hungry
with engaging grit..?
These hardy questions..
Now a pause..
Do these pale
next to this question
asked of all these:
Are you Aware...?

The night had an overcast
As we went star gazing
so I drew lines connecting my arms’ freckles
To see the constellations
stared into your pupils
because I wanted to see the galaxy