Hero

 

Hero

Our love

Of the superhuman

The warrior kicking ass

Slaying hordes of evil

In a blur of movement

The dexterity of ecstasy

Rippling outward

To touch the twisted face

Of evil

And set it to rest

The heart beats faster

We feel centered

And powerful

Ourselves

We identify

With the impossible

Strength

The impossible

Grace

Because we carry it

Within us

Protecting the flame

With cupped hands

Shielding the small life

From torrential storm

We don’t need to be told

Of this flame

We just know

And when we see

The hero

Kicking ass

We just know

This is the power

Of our spirit

This tiny flame

That can grow

To a raging cyclone of fire

And dominate

Every aspect of our lives

Enslave us

Bend us to its will

But it does not do that

It burns quietly

Waiting for us

To fan it to life

With our

Intention and breath

We are all

That

But we must all

Come to this conclusion

Alone

Free will

Is the gift

The key

To unlock

The chains

To become the

Indomitable master

Nothing can touch

The calm

At the center

Of the storm

All You've Been Told

All You've Been Told

Let it go

Breathe

Release the tension

So often we hear

These words

Not empty

In themselves

But rendered

Hollow

By the hollowness

Of the speaker

Disregard

All you’ve been told

The words

Just serve

To uphold

Backdrops

Painted by the blind

Black Hole Unique

Black Hole Unique

You fear being faceless

To the marrow of your

Unseen white bones

Bred to feel unique

This may be your

Greatest curse

The dull emotion

That puppets

The bones

Under the curse

Of uniqueness

Is like a black hole

Sucking in the

Material world

As sacrifice

To feed the fire

Of illusion

Remember

Reality

Is its own

Foundation

And illusion

Is a bonfire

Rapaciously

Swallowing

Forests whole

Do not fear being

Common

Unplug yourself

From the machine

That projects

Phantoms

Of uniqueness

Watch those

Puppets

Implode

Under the strain

And know

Eventually

No one can bear

The lie

For we are

As common

And uniform

As leaves

Spreading above

A great trunk

Of grace

Our only job is

To serve

As we gather

The light from above

And pray

Despair

 

Despair

Despair isn’t useless

Not just a yoke

Forged in cosmic flame

To weigh you down

It is not a sign of your

Incompetence

Or imminent

Defeat

In this soul struggle

Wrestling match

You’ve found yourself in

No

Despair

Can mean many things

A way finder

Beckoning you back 

Because you’ve lost your way

A strong, hard shot of despair

Crawling into your limbs

Is a powerful tonic

Slowing momentum

Till time crawls

And the empty days

Provide room

For invisible servants

To sweep out

The trash

It’s not pointless

Or perhaps better stated

Despair has as much weight as joy

Nothing more

Both are buoys

You cling to

In the roiling sea

When you should

Let go

And allow yourself to drown

To sink

Into the stillness

That has been waiting for you

 

A Life Of Magic

A Life Of Magic

 

I sit beneath vaulting curves of wood

Snake forms spiraling into the sky

With a million flags of green

Sprouted in complete surrender

A breeze comes

And I can hear the movement

Of the sky

And in this moment doubt erupts

Who am I to feel this way?

Where are my credentials?

Where is the proof?

My heart dips

In the trough of emotion

I stare out from the bottom

And suddenly I catch a swell

My heart leaps to crest and

I spring up to capture the

Hawk feather tumbling by

I hold it

And feel no need for faith

I carry the feather with me

As a beautiful mark in time

When I swam in alignment

Later

A little girl on a red tricycle

Looks through her golden locks

At the feather in my hand

She squints at the sun

And says, “Can I have it?”

I place the feather in

Her little hand

And she smiles

“It’s a magic feather,” I say

“Take good care of it”

Lessons can grow roots from tests

No matter pass or fail

These roots will go deep

If I take care of them

Magic

Exists only in relationship

Alone

It can’t survive the elements

We must give it shelter

In the warmth of our near bodies

A Prayer For A Sunday

A Prayer For A Sunday

There is a cure for our sickness

This cure need not be administered with prayer

It does not require faith in a higher being

It does not require a strong foundation of belief

It can be administered by the scientific method

A method some would say caused this sickness to begin with

Fighting poison with poison

The cure is simply said

But momentous to execute

A revolution would flow in its wake

Do what is good for the Earth

What is good for all other forms of life

Including the rocks and the water that rushes over them

For they have souls too

Do this, say no to destruction and waste

And yes to balance

Yes to helping all life flourish

We should grow up

And be the stewards we were made to be

Then everything will be a prayer

Faith will be unquestioned

Because it will be a seed

Sprouted from each individual’s heart

As they tend the Earth with their love

And sow it with belief

 

To Beat The Birds

To Beat The Birds

I wore a face that was not my face

The muscles tensed and gripped

In ways they were not designed for

Long hours of frowning in front of a computer

Too many times smiling when nothing was funny

Or the worst, curling the lips at the corners

To sign approval of an act I found despicable

These muscles were meant to express

Love

Hunger

Rage

Kindness

Hilarity

Grief
Wonder

The molds my face understands

And for far too long this face has slipped

Between the deep grooves of Being

And skated along the shallows of conformity

No more

For I no longer recognize the rudimentary lines

And weak boundaries I have been asked to force my face into

It takes too much energy to be nothing, to be subservient, to follow the program

For I am too strong to hold myself down

I give my face permission to act as it will, say what it wants

Take the forms it finds comfortable

And laugh to beat the birds

Remember

 

Remember

Remember Son. Remember Daughter

The ground upon which you stand

Is not just ground

It is Earth

Connected to Earth

Until it meets the Sea

And then it ends

But only for your feet

The Earth continues

Downward

Through the fathoms

Under the deepest depths

To support the waters

And hold them up

Cradled in the loving palm of Earth

All that water

Remember Son. Remember Daughter

This is the place from which you came

From which all life began

The Earth is unbroken

The continuity of seasons

Can be traced to the time

Before seasons

And this Time too has a Mother and a Father

Just like you Son. Just like you Daughter

You are unbroken

You are whole

And you came from the Sea

 

Kushi Uni

Kushi Uni

I drink a cup of balance
A cup of wholeness
And like oil and water
The inner muck gets pushed out
I hang the dirty laundry
In my private garden
And watch the soiled garments
Swing in the breeze
I water them with clear, warm tears
Until they’re drenched
Dripping down to slake the thirst of the grass

I can see what keeps me from You
I note the shapes, the cuts of fabric, the stitching
The worst are the ones with words woven into them
Like barbed fences and high guard towers
The tattered ones too, so old
Since I’ve had them since childhood
And somehow they’ve grown with me
Keeping pace with my growing body
Always maintaining a snug fit
And never losing stiffness or the hundreds of needles
Pointed inward and outward

Relieved of this branding
I see that I have chosen all of my garments
Not that I made them
But that I accepted them
And dress myself in the mirror with these same clothes every day

I’m naked and I close my eyes and turn my head to the sky
I can see patterns of veins illumined by the sun’s warmth
And I drape myself in their latticework
Regal and pulsing with the dignity of my being
I am a node, clean and open to the great vibrations of Your heart
Your rhythm, Green Mother, becomes my rhythm
And we dance in harmony as my voice erupts in song
The notes of which spring feathers and I rise into the brilliant blue
Out of my private garden
And see all boundaries are artificial
And that there is only You

Fire Tender

 

Fire Tender

I caught a glimpse of fire and reached out and took an ember and held it close to my heart. I want to be a fire tender, to help the flame pass through the ages, to be a small hand this fire passed through but for an instant.

My Heart Radiates Desire In Waves

My Heart Radiates Desire In Waves

My heart radiates desire in waves that

Beat ripples of time

Filling the air with lines of energy

Don’t tangle!

Be strong and true

Like the arrows

Shot from a huntsman’s bow

Help me find my way to you

Help me hear your clear call

Through the obfuscating noise of

Confusion

Woven into the fabric of this Earth by

Minds enthralled by stories

Learned sitting at the feet of fear

Under the cold and insufferable

Light of reason

Blow through this tangled web we weave

Like a gentle breeze

Traveling through branches

Unhindered and free like water

Fill this humble sail

Made from scraps gathered from

True moments I’ve lived

Stitched together with sinew and time

Send me to you

So that I may drown myself

In your siren call