Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, poetry, relationship, show up, true self on March 23, 2012| 3 Comments »
All I want
is to show up
without
my wrapping,
without a song
I have already sung,
without any words
that I’ve rehearsed,
without this suitcase
of shoulds that for years
I have lugged everywhere.
And when the masks
and clever scripts
and weight come back,
I want to lose them again.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged doors, non-doing noticing, patience, poems, poetry on March 21, 2012| 5 Comments »
Somewhere a door
is hinging—open and
less open and not
at all open and open.
All day I feel it.
All day, I know
there is not a thing
I can do about that swinging
except notice how the light
changes, notice how soft
the breeze, and how cold,
notice how the urge
to do something about
that door rises and
and passes, notice
how the sun breaks through.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, blossom, forever, poems, poetry, radiance, spring, the moment, video on March 20, 2012| 2 Comments »
Look what happens
given warmth
given light—
deep fields of shining bloom
and every moment
is
forever
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged one track mind, petals, poem, poetry, sensuousness, spring, surrender, tanka on March 19, 2012| 5 Comments »
petals, petals, petals
petals, petals, petals, petals,
petals, petals petals
cover me in petals, petals
petals, petals, petals petals
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged live in the moment, poems, poetry, presence, spring, tanka, video, wind on March 18, 2012| 11 Comments »
Almost spring
and the wind makes wild music
out of everything—
though someday I’ll forget it
tonight there is nothing else.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged contentment, darkness, haiku, joy, poem, poetry, singing on March 17, 2012| 3 Comments »
I guess I’d make
a crummy bird … here I am
singing in the darkness.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bouquet, flowers, haiku, Leukemia, poems, poetry, presence, shadow on March 16, 2012| 8 Comments »
March sun so warm
I almost believe those yellow flowers
are real.
*
Apricot trees
in first bloom, white and white,
but that is somewhere else.
*
I wish I had
no occasion to send tulips
to room 109.
*
Under microscopes
mutant cells blossom
forget me nots
*
She hands me
a dandelion—an hour later
gold still in my hand.
*
Scent of spring—
even the shadows
grow buds.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged intimacy, lily, love, planets, poems, poetry, tanka sequence on March 14, 2012| 2 Comments »
Open those eyes … the ones that were born in your own skull. —Hsu Yun
I sniffed the lily—
such perfume!—
too closely
and now I wear
its stain.
*
Jupiter and Venus
almost touch in the west—
O rising thrill
to see two objects so far
so near.
*
I took my heart
for a ski today—
one look
at that diamond field
and it let fall all its clothes.
*
It is no lovelier
the scent of the lily,
up close
or across
the room.
*
See these scars
on my heart, these new bruises,
it’s not that I have been
unlucky at love, it’s that
I love.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, ego, haiku, poem, poetry on March 14, 2012| 6 Comments »
I want to write
my way out of this feeling.
The feeling wears its best leaden shoes.
*
Though she is a breath
made of stone, she notices
how yellow the jonquils.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, blessings, breaking open, life, poems, poetry, radiance, video poem on March 13, 2012| 8 Comments »
After we break
we learn there is always
more to break
and
O
the more
we break the more
our light radiates