Please weave your
nerves along
My bones,
my marrow is
your supper.
Please wrap your
never ending
absoluteness around
My eternity,
my endlessness is
your reward.

Come down, dear,
That banister,
its higher than it appears.
Your small feet,
they slip so easily--
Climb down,
before the suspended
Bridge begs your ears.
I drowned once,
in my own refusal of answers--
I havent been that young
in years.
Pudgy hands and forming fear,
Free roam can lead you
anywhere.
Take my hand, dear,
Let me guide
the anxieties you hear;
Why listen
To desperate attempts
at mindless subterfuge--
Its more than one can bear.
Especially one so small,
so pure--
Come down, dear
Use the stairs.

It was in the
heart of winter where
I found, within me,
a radiant sun.

I sank one day
Deep into
A tree
Becoming
One with
The nurtured
Roots
I wished to be

Fate is a neon-lit pinball machine
And I am a little steel ball
Dodging the "tilt" sign as best I can
                                           ljm

when I walk in the mountains
I feel really small
not the kind of small that destroys you
like an avalanche destroys trees
or makes you want to disappear
or be dispersed by a breeze
I feel like the earth's little child
like a sibling of the bees -
the delectable nectar of existence
always within reach
I feel like a little stream
leaping down rocks with ease
I feel a little too good
treading the landscape of peace