Stardust
Winter’s darkness falls asunder
Spring brings in the light
Ishtar’s ancient name resides in me
Without ignorance or ego
I am determined to see
Obeying no laws save nature and change
My eyes do not see
The Light
I am not a body
But what am I?
Love and light essentially joined
In spirit housed in flesh
Everything trimmed in light
Glitters away the dark
Shows what’s hidden
Yet always there
Compassion and strength’s subtle shimmer
Radiates in my voice
My stance and stride
Curiosity brings worldly gifts
Melons and grapes
Sweet sizzling summers
Rites of spring
When the wind breaks
Sky opens wide open wide
Where nothing stops
The Light
You and I as co conspirators
Hold this dream
To billow out under our flaming
Fortuitous fraction of time
Detonated at birth we are exploding stars
Easter in November
Celebrating life
A vase of lilies in the window
Ornate like Christmas trees
Lit in white for neighbors to see
Falling in love with life really hard
Reflections in my rings
Given by one who stayed a while
Invited into my chosen home,
My body adorned with his gifts,
Offers separation placed on an altar
Using no eyes to see
No food no fonts just
Intuition, my best hope
Behind the words.
To know what presence brings
How it unfolds,
Poems can take you there.
Thoughts like clouds,
Large or small
Or not at all
Only wide spaciousness
Just under heaven
Close enough to earth
An ah ha moment
In some languages
Sky & heaven are
The same word
Unlimited like us
Jeering Jaws
His baby teeth
Bite my arm
In love he eats me first
Lessons earned through survival
T-rex with claws and jaws razor sharp
Sends archaic shrieks to four corners alerts
Twilight’s end for indigenous giants
In the land of big feet
Language spurts through gnashing teeth
In rough currents & strong winds
A treacherous burst of night sky opens
Over mountains
Where Atlantic & Pacific waters meet in this Cape Horn sky
Dreaded williwaw gusts ring in huge waves
Sudden &d unpredictable
We embrace rooted etymology
Sprung from these savage lands
And like the female tarantula
He eats my arm then wipes the
Spit away with a touch of his fang
Holy Crap uttered in admiration
Falls from his mouth
A gentle inconsistency
A divine provocation
One by one
Chewing fireflies captured in a jar
Burnt embers fill his belly
Lighting the path least taken
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