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One for Your Glass

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 28, 2017| 2 Comments »

 

 

in me a wine

I want to pour for you—

each sip made

from a thousand tiny bells

still waiting to ring

 

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Where We Are Headed

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 18, 2017| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

I resist any kind of discourse that anchors itself in identity and proceeds from there. As I said before, I want to get behind categorical distinctions and find and work with what human beings share and how, potentially, people can coexist in a world that is extraordinarily diverse.

            —Michael D. Jackson, “The Politics of Storytelling” in the Harvard Divinity School News

 

 

At first we just say flower. How

thrilling it is to name. Then it’s

aster. Begonia. Chrysanthemum.

 

We spend our childhood learning

to separate one thing from another.

Daffodil. Edelweiss. Fern. We learn

 

which have five petals, which have six.

We say, “This is a gladiolus, this hyacinth.”

And we fracture the world into separate

 

identities. Iris. Jasmine. Lavender.

Divorcing the world into singular bits.

And then, when we know how to tell

 

one thing from another, perhaps

at last we feel the tug to see not

what makes things different, but

 

what makes things the same. Perhaps

we feel the pleasure that comes

when we start to blur the lines—

 

and once again everything

is flower, and by everything,

I mean everything.

 

 

 

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One Communion

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

on the shores of you,

finding a place through the overgrowth

where I can let fall everything

and slip in and

stay

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One Whirled

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 7, 2016| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

travelling it together

this brush with forever—

galaxies in every step

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A Lesson in Metaphor

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 16, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

The stone, the couch,

the sink, the tea,

the broken glass,

the garden peas,

 

the knife, the cloud,

the thick red clay,

the ant, the weed,

the wheel, the cage,

 

the whale, the weed,

the scorpion’s sting—

we are the same

as everything.

 

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Ritual

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 27, 2016| 3 Comments »

 

 

We should have each other to tea, huh? We should have each other with cream.

“Lovecats,” The Cure

 

 

Perhaps you don’t like tea.

Perhaps you don’t like cream.

It’s not what’s in the cup that matters,

though of course there’s the lovely

unfurling of leaves and the way

that the water accepts what

it’s been given. But no.

It’s not about the tea.

It’s the ritual of the pouring that matters.

It’s the sharing from a single pot

and the all that is said and

the all that is seen as we sip.

We can fill the pot with water.

We can fill the pot with wine.

All that really matters is

that we take the time to sit

together and slowly drink—

we, two separate beings who

are choosing at the same time

to accept the same thing into ourselves.

It’s a little bit like love.

 

 

 

 

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Even if We’re Wearing Polka Dots

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 3, 2016| 3 Comments »

 

 

for Heartbeat, oh my god do I love you women

 

 

each time we sing

I forget everything

except the original joy

of being one small voice

in one great song

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There is a Moment When

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on January 28, 2016| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

the dark is    less dark

and the shapes    of the world

reveal again their    singular shapes—

I know they don’t really    lose their lines in the dark,

but I like to imagine    all those newly

illumined    silhouettes

have spent the night    blurred, puddled

into one    immense darkness,

forgetting    for a while

that they have    any lines

worth    preserving.

It is enough    to make a woman

wish that    the light

would never    come

if that is    what it takes

to make us    all remember

how arbitrary    they are,

these boundaries    we like

to call    ourselves.

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What We Practice While Singing A Capella

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 7, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Heartbeat singing at the Dolores River Festival, June 2014for Heartbeat

Here, rest in my voice
on this note we share.
And when you breathe,
I will carry the song.
And when I breathe
I know you’ll be there.
And this is how
the song goes on.
And this is how
we disappear.

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Communion

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on April 5, 2012| 3 Comments »

As salt dissolves in ocean, I was swallowed up in you beyond doubt or being sure.
—Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

Glisten and wet lick
and thick river scent—
that is everything.

Swords. Shields.
Stories of who did what
to whom and when—

and all those hows, whether
divine or horrendous—
gone.

Even these words
you and me
reduce to vacant syllables

in the face of such
movement, such shine—
I could never explain but

it rushes in so clear
that whatever
we once thought

of as other is here
in the clamor
of snowmelt, here

in the river birch
waiting for green,
here in the shove of tumbling

breath as we realize wave
and lose
all we were sure of,

lose the path
that got us here,
lose even the loss of it.

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