Slow and Steady


As much as I love this engagement,
It is back to the work at hand!
Back to my purpose and every day life
To be more like the turtle
Who notices not whether you notice him
Nor cares not whether you care about him
(In fact, he assumes you don’t!)
Nor worries about the opinions of others
Whether they like his shell
Or the way he swims in the water
(You might think he’s slow,
But he sees himself as quite efficient!)
It’s time for me to focus upon
The life right under my nose
The call within my heart
And the duties that I chose

(For you, Amada Minha, to honor your wishes ~)

Thrashing Tantrum Surrender

I get it!
Loud and clear,
You great big
Universe, You!
You’ve told me
At great lengths
I listened and heard
But did quite the
And over
And over
(With Love, so
Much hope, and un-
Adulterated will!)
I acted
Believing but
Maybe deceiving
That I know better
Or at least
Desire stronger
That sweet
Breath of fresh air
Even if
Off limits,
Compared with
The constant
Flow of life
You circulate
Within Us
You’ve wanted
All along,
Haven’t you?
Jealous much?
Oh, fine!
Carry then
This other
Desire of desires
You parade before me
Eternal desire
To be close to
She Who Holds My Heart
Damn it anyway!
Carry it with You then!
This eon-old call
I can’t handle it
(At least not well
Or without injury
To self or Another ~)
Not this time
You win!
I tried
Out of deep Love,
Out of True Love
I’ve grasped and I’ve
But You,
Big, fat
Yet again,
Didn’t you?
With Your
Big, fat
Other plans
For this life!
The valiant
Fighter within
Will fight no more
I Surrender
Kicking and thrashing
I finally
To You

Love Beyond Glitter

Glitter, glitter
Shines the Light
Through the stars
And moonlit night
Heart to heart
Glow reaches far
To honor the Soul Love
That you are

All that glitters
Isn’t gold
No matter what
Desires hold
No more hurt
Refrain from pain
Someday I’ll hold You
Close again ~

Human Arts


As I sit here for martial arts testing
(A once-every-two-month$ event)
What a beautiful sea of humanity
Surrounds me as we watch
Our collective children
Kick and punch through boards

Included in those I can identify
By face or sound of language
(Please forgive in advance any P.C. errors):
Eastern Indian
Middle Eastern
None-too-plain Americans,
descended from somewhere

An ocean of beauty, these faces
With smiles and cameras and pride
No surprise that it’s our children
Who bring us together today

Silence Becomes You

Amada Amada
Your silence becomes you
It shines in your eyes
Like glitter of sunlight
Through a dew drop tear

It adds to your smile
Curling the sweet corners
Adding to the mystery
Adventure and delight
That you are

It sweeps over your face
Like the mane of a wild horse
Free in virgin pastures
Windy, warm, wide open
Away from man’s capture

It sits in your lap
Peaceful and bold like
Sat upon Buddha’s
Awakened heart

It sees right through me
Like a mirror reflecting
My selfishness, inner
Disharmony, and perhaps
I’m not as bad as all that

In silence you breathe
And I think, hope,
You will speak
But only a patient sigh
Escapes your lips

My heart shouts out
Ad nausem
Thunderous with the sound
Of the mayhem of love
Desired and dreamed of

As I sit here yammering
Away my breath
You let the words flow by
Like diamond dust
In the sky

Perhaps that silence
Looking so good on you
If I tried it
Just might look, maybe,
Half as good on me

The Atomic Little Room with Blackout Curtains

In a schmancy little town
Beyond fickle seasons–
Blankets biting whiteness,
Peeping buds
Causing residents to bend down
And kiss them with delight
As they trumpet the coming
Of spring,
Summer fading quickly
In and out again, and
Vibrant leaves in fall
Putting the town to sleep
Once more–
There’s a home where
Celebrations come and go
Between laughter and tears of
Day to day life
And happy and sad and boring and
Fun experiences
Dot the calendar
And beyond the visuals
Of that home is a
Dancing little One
Who twists and turns
Amid peace and turmoil
Valiantly accomplishing
And sometimes failing
Coming and going
While breathe continues
To flow steadily
Or not so steadily
In and out of lungs
And the warm
But never quite warm enough
Blood pumps persistently
From heart to lungs
Through heroic aorta,
Body, and back and blue
To the heart once more
And in her mind
Thoughts create a
Reality that takes her
Up mountains
Down valleys
Through space and
Fast slow time
Stretching farther than
Arms or legs or boats or planes
And sometimes
She can only feel
The beating of her heart
That quiets a room
In the depth of her,
An atomic little room
With blackout curtains

Vagabond Spirit Entered My Home

Spirit found a crack in my heart
And entered profoundly
Filling every crevice
Splintered from eons of life
Shining through each facet
Renewed awareness of
Deepest Love

Spirit entered my Soul
Splitting me away from
Anything I thought I knew
Before this–ah!–simply rude
And welcomed debut!
Aiming to capture me–
And succeeding

Spirit works Her magic
No matter how hard I fight
Not letting me forget
Her presence or mission
Yet ignores me waiting
For the moment I call myself
Fully surrendered to Her