
Sleep into darkness
wake into light
live loving into light
the ideal life
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Sleep into darkness
wake into light
live loving into light
the ideal life
The great certainty
shadows
the small uncertainty
There is a necessary
transition period
when you are passing
through a doorway
first you are here
then you are here
In the gathered green distance
of his choices
a curious animal turns towards
the nine rainbows of conclusion
he knows some things cannot be
even when he considers trusting
the wild eyes of now
the voice of here
or the rumors of anywhere
he has to tell his story
including the nine tilted windmills
of connection
Sometimes
this life can seem like
a collection of rags
and second hand words
hung on an empty shell
of habit
other times
I go to the woods
a lover of the ancient cedar
where I heal with my hands
in the hum of the holy ghost
White on the ground
grey in the hair
spark in the eye