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I Was Constantly Looking

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 13, 2012| 2 Comments »

First I wanted
to find the straightest
path from me to you,
and clear it
of all the stones,
the cliffs, the weeds.
Now I feel it is all
the path, how it all
leads to you, even
the stones,
the cliffs, weeds.

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The Pleasures of Flow

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on October 9, 2012| 2 Comments »

The great gift, contrary to assumption,
is to disappear.

—Barry Spacks, The Pleasures of Flow

Like the scent of lemon
once intense in bare hands.
Like cottonwood leaves—
how they flee
first in heaps
and then one
by one
leaving empty
degrees of space.
Like the last note
of the solo cello
after the bow
has stilled.
Like stars
in the face
of one
great star
so close
to us.
Like
the taste
of a kiss
that persists
long after
the lips
are
gone.

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Tender Graffiti

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 27, 2012| 1 Comment »

In a dream,
the walls
of our one
giant heart
stretch beyond
the edges
of the dream
and in permanent marker
God has scrawled
all over them
with every color
i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

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five

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , 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

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Off the Wall

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on May 24, 2011| 1 Comment »

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Stigma

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on May 24, 2011| 2 Comments »

so ready
to receive
what arrives in the air
the lily pistil
weeps

*

I, too,
want to
be joined
by something
invisible

*

it hangs, one clear drop,
and it hangs
and it hangs
and it hangs
and I watch

*

while I try to explain
what it means,
spirituality,
behind your back
lily petals splay

*

O lily!
the whole
world
becomes
flower

*

standing beside
the lily
I have
no names
worth knowing

*

ardent and sweet—
there is
no corner
of the room
not wearing perfume

*

what blooms
today tomorrow
withers
I tell myself
it is the same

*

there is still
too much
of me here
o lily, o lily
o lily

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