Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, doors, haiku, inquiry, knowing, listening, not knowing, poem, weeds, winter on January 13, 2012| 1 Comment »
first the stars
then all the space between the stars
slipped into my tea
*
dried and dead
I leave them in the vase
the naked tulips
*
winter
every cloud
a love letter
*
hey poet
get out of the way
said the poem
*
bird on the wire
for a few moments
we both stop singing
*
the weeds gone to seed—
and who is this one
who thinks they are weeds
*
another door,
another door, another wall
becomes a door
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awe, bread, change, crow, haiku, heart, listening, lock, love, poem, transience, uncertainty on January 12, 2012| 2 Comments »
too many to count
petals on the orchard floor
he loves me?
*
rusted lock
in the heart’s back pocket
a spare key
*
snow on the ridges
come spring what else
will be missing?
*
almost asleep
these hands still kneading
soft dough
*
he talks
and talks and talks and talks
about listening
*
no temple bells
still the crow goes on
about awe, awe
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blossoming, haiku, infinite, poem, puddles, sky, spirituality, uncertainty on January 11, 2012| 3 Comments »
impossibly, there
is in me enough sky for
these great blue wings
*
in these dark halls
I wander the meadow
unfolding inside me
*
your
blossoming my
blossoming
*
you look so funny said
the goose, as I lurched to
avoid the puddles
*
lost, at last
now I can get on
with my life
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adios drama, blossoming, growth, haiku, poem, reality on January 10, 2012| 5 Comments »
we are like roses
in winter—we should not be
blooming but we are
*
when I don’t need the
storm, I fold it up and put
it in my pocket
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, blank page, god, haiku, learning, losing, paying attention, poems, writing on January 10, 2012| 6 Comments »
did it just start to
sing, that brown bird, or did I
just start to listen?
*
a night of fretting,
but the day comes in with a
cartwheel
*
that letter so much
more precious now that I
have lost it
*
once I took all the
books off the shelves, God arrived
with a blank page
*
today
the leaf just
a leaf
*
no pillow tonight!
the poem just grabbed a drum
and crooked its finger
*
but I don’t know how
to fly, I said, and God said,
start by falling
*
still cupped in my hands
this song hummed to me
seven years ago
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, baggage, haiku, poem, responsibility on January 8, 2012| 2 Comments »
lugging a tree, I
try to walk through a gate the
shape of a woman
*
you gave me rings of
keys, but the one that fits my
cage is in my hand
*
tears and more tears,
this house built so close
to the water
*
walking beside the
river I notice the one
beside the river
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adjust, god, haiku, listening, opening, poem, the dark, words on January 7, 2012| 2 Comments »
the sky unzipped its
blue dress and offered it to me—
hope it’s not too small
*
winter is easier
when your words melt like snow
on my tongue
*
I asked the world to
open me—I did not count
on infinite rooms
*
it was not the dark
that changed but my eyes that learned
to adjust
*
praying to God, I
said, I said please, I said too
too much to listen
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, happiness, poems, what confines us, wings on January 6, 2012| 4 Comments »
the floors themselves
laughed when it fit on my foot
the glass slipper
*
do you want a bag
for those, said the woman
who sold me my wings
*
it was no thicker
than a word mid air, that wall
that trapped me for years
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, gratitude, haiku, integrity, letting go, nothing, sacred on January 5, 2012| 2 Comments »
evening news headline
Man Lucky To Be Alive
it is all of us
*
all this letting go,
said the hands, and nothing
to show for it
*
standing naked in
the downpour, the biggest part
of me does not get wet
*
I bet somewhere there’s
lively applause for all this
beauty we’re making
*
all those years holding
up a ceiling when it was
time to live outside
*
God said nothing
and I listened closer and
really heard nothing
*
your body,
there is not one hair that
isn’t holy
*
I keep no secrets,
the wind said, so no one can
ever blackmail me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, poem, self discovery, unity, unlearning on January 5, 2012| Leave a Comment »
field, thief, woman, stone,
there is nothing the falling
snow does not kiss
*
I could not bloom
for you until I opened
for myself