Recent Articles
The Inextinguishable
March 7, 2010
The inextinguishable roaring fire
of exhaustless love,
a sort that brings the lover to the cliff side
and when that height who bears looking
up endlessly and down limitedly,
enduring this simultaneously,
sees the lover,
it must jump off first,
way beyond the Earth’s capability
to say, ‘Stop’
and out of the way
of the uncut-jewel-eater,
so it can keep walking
not saddled by a Life-mane
and [...]
Prayer White
March 5, 2010
Prayer white:
is that all of White,
to be upon form,
then flowing to love Forwards
being molded as formless
in a tube sitting still?
Candle-I,
holy-therein-witness suspended
in front of the Solar-deity,
the god of loss and god of retrieval,
god of sentences and god of erasing,
god of stuttering and god of virgin
melody yearning that Time would stand
still enough to match its [...]
Breezes Across Webs Of Silken Rewards Passed By
March 2, 2010
Breezes across webs
of silken rewards passed by,
a breath,
a handshake
and a ‘bye’
without its luminous inflections.
A snowflake melts into a tear,
who then evaporates into a small fog
that rises and collects again in a unit;
not waiting,
not planning,
being sculpted through the bedroom
music of clouds as Love’s sacred geometry
embracing Form’s formless promise to
deliver sensation to touch.
A message engraved [...]
There Is No Where To Go
February 28, 2010
There is no where to go,
the heartbeat in the middle needs no
beliefs in Up and Down.
The weightlessness
in the color pink,
a yellow octopus
holding Atlantis-jade flutes.
Snow is piling up outside.
A cabin, close up,
bumblebees can be heard
burrowing further into the cedar
channels of nest love.
Pathways covered in morning love,
trees look the same and are not.
The weightlessness of [...]
Quiet Landscape Rising You
February 27, 2010
Quiet landscape rising You.
Where I recall,
there’s nothing to be mapped.
All line-designs reside in the clean
whiteness of these eyes looking.
God never makes the same thing twice.
Where I recall,
there’s nothing to be truly owned
or truly donated,
all is form to ether…
God never makes anything to stay still.
All these credits and debits
are levied by the same
one breath’s [...]
Prayer Hands Multiplied – Visualization #20
February 26, 2010
Prayer hands multiplied across the
horizon of the eyes and the holiest of
prayers writing themselves backwards
in the candlelight of transparent chests.
Gold leafing taking place in the dark,
while white bones open up to the scent
of God’s breath like mimosa leaves in
Dawn.
The temple doors, ethereal and able to
be swung open in front of brown,
latched bars,
Thalo [...]
Seance Heartbeats
February 24 & 25, 2010
Séance-heartbeats.
The glow of a fluffed up
field of cattails
as a sunset says ‘hello’
to the other half near its
second morning.
Séance heartbeats,
This is where
between heart-table
and mind-table,
love-hands holding a circle
and thought-hands holding a circle,
the blood carries the diaries of
hundreds of strangers
and kin-memory too
within the soul-experiencing-
body looking like only ‘One.’
These are the kind of journals
whose bronze [...]
Stillness Necessitated
February 23, 2010
Stillness necessitated,
and immersed in movement,
lover kissing the air,
lover kissing the first memory
of a forest awake.
What gradually takes over is not,
it dissolves into no solution,
it dissolves into gradations that
have no measure of ago or to come,
it dissolves into the non-blazing
and the non-blizzard,
it kissolves all
to the surrender that is in between
the pinwheel’s fins,
that space where [...]
May What You’ve Gone Through Be A Prayer Of the Holiest Kind
February 19 & 23, 2010
May what you’ve gone through
be a prayer of the holiest kind…
The conjured youth of entering
this earthly place called ‘place’
is an astounding, living pause.
That there is even ‘youth,’ ‘middle’
and ‘old’ or Spring/Summer,
Autumn/Winter of a body said to be
made of the very earth where such
weathers are occurring, this is Awe
living the emotion of [...]
On The Precipice
February 16-19, 2010
On the precipice,
taking a shower in one heartbeat,
red hot pine cones whirl by,
and silver feather-darts;
green apples appear to catch them.
No gravity here above this edge.
There is the sound that a waterfall
makes as its last overflow drip drops,
a revelation of that body it was draping,
a revelation of that song page it keep wet
in the [...]
