She tells her stories
With big engagement
Ensconced in the drama
Riding along the emotions
It’s so real
Until the day
Immersed in silence
The bliss overwhelming
Detachment was born
She tells the stories
As if, as if
Digging into the rich soil
Organic feelings
Harvested by wisdom’s hands
Tasty, juicy tomato tales
I woke up this very morning
with a smile playing across my face
and a song singing
in my heart of hearts
While the melody of Spirit
plays within me
in this very moment
magic occurs, birds fly
And the stars burn
with fervent passion for life
ever renewed, quickening
in the heavens
In between
the words seeped in
filling up the gaps
Promised to become agates
jewels of wisdom quiet
in a thousand years or ten
The geography of relationship
a thing of beauty, at worst
when observed from a distance
Looking at us from a 1,000 feet up
there is a landscape of swirls
and incredibly lush color
as we enter brand new territory
The spiral of our soul’s path
Takes us ever nearer the center
The one, the All we never left
My life is a series
Of circumstances
On the spiral dance
We call Time…
He was qualified
to boast with his chest
his throat opened wide
As he called forth the Wildman
Like fire through the veins
With a voice so authentic
it shook the veils between realities
And landed gently
on the cracked open heart
Emotion overtook
like an insistent force of Nature
Whipping the hair around
banging on pots and pans
in a blustery outburst
• • •
It would be work, they say
and so it is true
as the gut hurt
as emotions flew
And, afterwards, in the wake
as peace overcame
and all wiped clean
crisp after the blessed storm
