Let be the fringes of past,
for with all your hands
you cannot reweave
the rug soon to be
under our feet.

Step lightly,
there are beings here
and they have been here all along,
through our noises and *******,
and they do not celebrate
nor recoil,
but we must give them the space
they do not ask for besides.

I am in love with wear,
and white made of color,
and the black made of light.
The where to which we are going.

No amount of sowing can plant the seed
that is to be
these that will flower,
and still there is power there
in the empty air,
and it is shared.

Care not for my death,
for it already has your love.
Care not for sadness,
it is already sated.

I've waited for a sign from God
and here i find that his gift
is not to be had
but still is to be given.

Are we so pulled by destiny?
As a child by a kite,
the movement of grass following.

Is there someone waiting
who knows our face from photographs,
candid, taken from our smiles and given to
someone waiting.
Familiar to them;
to us it's all the same.

Is it that makes the walk worth while?
Are we so drawn to our destinations?

or perhaps is there an eddy
like water made smoke
pulling us by the throat
without the choke
our breath a note
hummed from away
elsewherewestay

Give me today
and I will stay.

To wait at gates with no expectation of an opening

To be on the other side
and to ride
to be alive

You have no need

See before you a silver light.
Liquid motions shape its space,
its time is kept by the beat of hearts,
the pulse that starts beneath your feet:
the Earth, its smell the sound of ocean stones,
holds the throne on which
your ancestors sit, those that let your life.
Their eyes the silver light;
their blood, their hair
this night.
With your breath, with your sight,
the light is drawn into your roots
than shoots to the leaves
and weaves,
shaking
and breaking,
making doorways of sieves,
and though it fades
it never leaves.

It is we.

That which goes cannot know
the thing you need, like trees, to grow.
The mushroom knows and so the willow,
but that which goes,
which moves cannot.
The grooves they choose
what is to fill them,
and the roots they loose none but the lightest stones,
for they know their home is close
and that their is no need to reach,
for the stars from so far still teach
the thing you need, like trees, to grow.

Slow down,
and that which once was out of grasp
clasps itself to you.

Love like water is dripping in
steaming up
filling the cracks and freezing
pushing things apart
making space for us to
be together

I must be stealing these feelings from angels
a light this bright must be blinding
but at this angle
my eyes aren't hiding
and I can see you smiling

Love like fire is burning
and turning over
sheets of clover and a bed of moss
made flames and tamed to ashes
by eye lashes

Radiant Moister
Soaking Heat
Light in your Eyes
Smoke under your Feet

these are the things make you feel complete
that make you want to dance with me
so dance with me

If my words could kiss you,
I wouldn't stop talking.
If my silence could speak,
I wouldn't say a thing.

If my steps could love you,
I wouldn't stop walking.
If your fingers could listen,
they'd hear my skin sing.