Peace In The Valley

The valley is filled with rustling leaves

I walk alone as in a foreign land

Listening to strange languages being sung

From high in the branches

My feet are mindful of their steps

And I cannot help feeling

There is an older order of things

Residing in me

A vestigial memory

Of a life I never lived

A memory written

into my blood

An ancient lesson refusing

to let itself be forgotten

Harbor Light

She lives in an apartment by the port.
Harbor light fills her room at night.
She's got no TV but she watches
all the faces as they go by.
She tells me to come over
but never answers the door.
She watches as I walk away.
She watches my face as I go.

On Happiness

Not everything you think will make you happy
will actually make it so. In fact, some of these
things may actually impede happiness. 

Life is a long drawn out process that forces us 
to be able to discern between the two.

A Question for Morning

The song of morning is one of 

renewal and birth

Have you ever wondered

what words are being sung

by the birds in the trees

outside your window?

Half Dream

Half awake when I saw you
Floating through the cobbled 
paths of my mind

There was no sound to your step
What words could be said
None were fit to be uttered

Watching you pass me by
Before you joined the horizon
You turned to look at me

Sedoka #1

rise to greet the sun
quiet hours in this new day
bare arm resting on covers

golden hair fields light
flicker of life in your eyes
lips taking the shape of words

summer flowers bloom
when will fall winds come to pass
ask the moon tonight

Amphora

The dream always leaves before I have time to remember it.
My mornings are a blur of cloudy thoughts and physical needs
to be taken care of. Why must waking be so time consuming?
I wish I could wake and be ready in an instant. I can't be too
cheery so early in the day. I have to work up to happiness.
Forcing feelings that are not there has never helped anyone.
During summer months I leave the windows in my room
open while I sleep. The coolness of the late nights calms me
as I listen to the sound of the world breathing slow. Sleeping
and waking, waking and sleeping, so much of life happens
between the two, though, we would be lessened without
our need for sleep and subconscious fantasy. It is warm this
day and I know the moon is in repose but when she is fully
ascended I will once more leave myself to be an open amphora.

File Away For Future Use

Sad Conversations with Happy People

wake and see
wake and breathe
wake and be in balance
and harmony

Non / Work

Do not tell me 
what does not work

Tell me what has 
despite all obstacles

Learning

If I were not broke
I would not know
what it is like to be whole.

When I am wounded
I recall what it is to be
free from pain.

When I regret a choice
I learn judgement.

Learning by opposite
effects

           can be the most
effective of all educators.

There is no shame in failure,
only in failing to acknowledge
what has ceased to work. 

Life Support

Still breathing

Don't call it living


Still moving

        and seeing

Still beating

        wounded metronome

                  keeping time

or trying to


Is that a fly

buzzing

in this still room

                   What a portent

to see


Still breathing

For now

              is long enough

Let's build a new life 
upon these broken bones. 

The Journey Begins in the Morning

I am awake because I slept for hours and hours
until my body could no longer tolerate
the restful sleep of a bed.

I woke up achey and uncertain
but certain that I was awake
because I had that at least.

I am awake and certain that
whatever is coming next
is on its way.

I will be on my way
soon enough and
I'll be where I

need to be
even sooner.