Bud and Blossom

It never entered my mind
until it did
and now the thought
of you lives in me

How slowly you took root
How suddenly
you sprung forth

Young flowers
bud and blossom

Lavender Rose

How long will I live
in this dream?
How many mornings
How many nights
will you be there?
Could these days
be forever?
Endless dreaming..
Endless time
together
in this place.
I bring you
a lavender rose
in your kitchen.
Embrace.
A little
kiss.

Rest

Darkness has become gray
Cars idling at the traffic signal
Cars driving by the front door
A restless city alive again
Asleep within the warmth
of bed heavy with blankets
I say goodbye as you rest
When you wake
may the day be good
may the day be kind
may it pass quickly
and bring rest
to you once more

Recent Words for The Muse

Thoughts of you consume me
I am helpless
before them
I submit
to you


Is it Love
or Passion
unfurled?


Would you rather see
a bird caged or
flying through the trees?


A Revolution In My Heart


How much longer
til I wake
up?


Will you stand for something
worth believing in?


Don't confuse communication for love.


Little kisses can mean the most."

Morning 5/20/18

If you are the heavens
I am the ocean
always beneathe
your loving gaze

Too many words
Too obvious a subject
Impossible to articulate
the burgeoning feeling
within my chest

There is a life
There is love
that has come before this
To be patient
To be kind
To let the river
of experience flow
To let the heart heal
and mend
To be understanding
of this journey
To be open hearted
To not be possessive
To be trusting

Perhaps
Now
is the only time
that matters

Purple and Green (freewrite)

I cannot think of what to write so I'm going to write all the same
and let the words fall where they may but the words will not fall
they will remain on this page as they should as they have been
placed with purpose by me as I have typed them out They speak
in the way they were designed and I have you on my mind but
who is the you and who is the I Image incarnate I see you face
I can hear your breath in my ears I can hear the sound of pleasure
from your lips and feel the sweat of midnight bodies It is no longer
night It is morning and grey skies color the heavens as they Sun
wonders how it is going to break through Blue skies are there
biding there time Patiently waiting to see us again I imagine my
self when I was a child and struggle to remember memories of
the life I lived the person I was at one time My body has grown
shifted and become something altogether different from the infant
I once was My mother is still here and I can see the ways in which
I take after her We share the same skin tone and a similar sense of
humor though I cannot cook at least not in the way that she can
but that is no fault of hers merely mine I continue to write without
purpose but all art could be perceived in this way by others but
that would be their loss and not of the artist How we speak What
we say How we say it These are all things that we struggle with
Deal with because we must Can I tell you her favorite colors
She said she loves Purple and Green I told her I love Blue and
Green I cannot wait to see her I feel like a child waiting for
Christmas every time I am apart from her I do not wish to be an
impatient lover I do not wish to crowd her I must be open and
trusting of her And I do love her And I do trust her That is what
I must do how I must also be Her name is on my lips but so is
the taste of sweetness the taste of her lips the taste of her sweat
the smell of her hair the memory of our bodies bare skin against
bare skin into a peaceful rest A rest where the world ceases to be

I Am Consumed By The Thought Of You.

The Voyage

I cannot tell you how many hours and days
passed with me standing at the shore looking
out at the ocean. After a while I began to wonder
at what might be in the waters. I walked to the
water and felt my feet become wet. I kept going
until the water was at my chest and began to swim.
And so I swam. I swam for days and nights without
rest. I went as long as I could and found nothing but
ocean surrounding me as far as I could see. Finally,
I saw a boat in the distance and began to swim towards
it frantically. My heart was pounding. My body was
aching from all the swimming. I couldn't give up yet,
I had to get to the boat. As I approached I could see
that it was a small wooden lifeboat. How long it had
been adrift and where it had come from I could not
begin to imagine. At last it was close enough that the
grain of wood on the planks became apparent. Pain
was wracking through me as I finally clutched the
boat. I held on for some time. There was no one
there to help. It was only the boat and I on the waves.
I managed to find enough strength to climb aboard.
Once inside there was nothing inside to give any
indication of anything. It was a simple wooden
lifeboat with one plank crossing its midsection
that I could use to sit upon. In my exhausted state I
fell asleep. A vast and dreamless sleep held me
for hours or days. I felt myself become the ocean
waters and the peace and power that is incarnate
within. Slowly my eyes opened. It was night.
Starry skies in the darkness shone upon the dark
waters. Constellations gazed into moving mirrored
waters. The night grew sick and faded into day.
The waves were gently passing by. I sat there with
no thoughts. I no longer felt hunger nor pain. I was
alive through a process I could not understand. Sleep
would come and go as it pleased through me. One
day after waking I was surprised to find a small island
off in the distance. We were quickly being pushed
towards it by the water. I could not believe. My heart
was furious and I had to calm myself through my
breathing. I could see sand and trees and all that
they promise. At last the boat beached itself onto the
sand. I fell out onto my knees and cried til I was
exhausted. When I could gather my strength I walked
the shore. In the near distance I could see something
resting on the sand. As I got closer it appeared to be
a box of some kind. The thick worn cardboard of it
was weathered. It felt like in my hands. I opened it
up and found this inscribed on a piece of paper.
"You are here now. I am here as well. Find me. Let's
end this loneliness together. Find me beneathe the
sun and stars. I am here. I am waiting." My search
for you has begun. Perhaps the end of loneliness is now.

Morning 5/17/18

Late night thoughts drifting
in between ears and eyes
until at last
eyes relent
and close up shop
for the night
Dreamless sleep

I awake
to your voice
greeting me
Separated by distance
but close enough
to greet each
other again


Gleaming green trumpet
glistening in morning light
One note then
three others
Rhythm and pitch
given life through
embouchure
and expelled air
Can it be
the sound of joy
filling the air?

All

All we have
All we need
is here
All I've desired
I have
Here
now with you

As The Sun Rises

I have no desire
to rise with the dawn
merely to find myself
content and next to you
To fill our world
with warmth
and peace
This
Only this
Forever this

Morning 5/15/18

Raise the stakes
bit by bit
Gambles either
peter out or pay off
Roll the dice
Call black or red
Roll the dice
Let's give it a go


Waking from a dream into a warm bed
Sounds of the city that has awoken
are scattered from moment to moment
You are still asleep
I listen to you breathe
Watching the morning light on your skin
Perfect
Only now
This moment eternal


Restlessness of desire
Oh how my fondness
has increased in measure
An embrace
A touch


Retreading cliche
Is there some truth to it
Perhaps
Morning

Just One Moment

Morning light
Memories
A day fresh born
Watching you bathe
in the Suns gift
Light playing
upon your canvas

A New Ocean

It started simply
with a few words being said
then a few others
and soon
the words became a river
and the river started
forging tributaries
and estuaries
and eventually
an ocean
began to form
and fill with all the words
Standing at the edge of
this new shore
you are there
You turn and look
Our gazes meet
We smile
and laugh
and marvel
at what has emerged
before us
An ocean filled
with all hopes
and possibilities

The Flood

vibrations flooding the bodies
convulsing to rhythms
a flailing dance
the sound encompassing
all creation
til at last
only the sound
exists

Wholly

Cut the crap and get to the point
is what you would say
Then you'd smile with all your teeth
and I'd have to laugh with you

Tears spilled over pink
I listened to you in silence
Held you as best I could
Felt your sobs burrow
into my chest

Wholly you
in all avenues
You have me
here and
now

Morning 5/12/18

Surrender yourself
to the path that emerges
Walk down as far
as it will let you
Absorb all it has to teach


A melody emerges
With it comes
images of you
Memories
fresh
and cool
Skin warm
and hearts
beating for
one another

Recent Events

Representations of action and memory
seated deeply within myself
In the midst of this
I find you
sitting
among the
past and present of
everything I am and have been
Pausing for a moment I breathe in and

let it go

Burning Bright

Sooner or later
the Truth
is always revealed

Burning bright
alongside
the mid-day Sun

It overwhelms
and brightens

everything
it touches

Small Shifts

Soft spoken words
into each others ears
Fears
Hopes
Promises
Warm bodies
under
warm sheets
Morning passing
while we sleep
while we
hold one another
Skin turned
electric
Warm breath
on neck
Silken hairs
rising on
goose flesh
In silence
until at last
a slight groan
as we shift
beneathe

Feast

Feasting from the womb of life
Gulping food
like a starving man
in the middle of the night
Absolution
Ecstasy
wash over me
Place your hands
in my hair

You cannot plan for the unpredictable.

Morning 5/9/18

You should be able to not only look into a mirror
and recognize yourself, you should be able to look
into any human face and recognize yourself.

Dream Forever

I have found the Universe within You

You have lived through many moments
yet only one is ever present.

Topographical Maps

This morning haze will burn away
as the sun shows itself once more

Driving home after so many hours
spent in your company

Desire makes a case for
returning to you

Memory of you is etched
permanently as my hands recall

the topography of you

Soft oceans of skin

Supple curves of the planet

A new place of discovery

Morning 5/7/18

Between base and better nature
Thoughts bouncing
wall to wall
Watching it all
Feeling it all
then acting
in what way
In accordance
to what

I want it all
I want nothing at all
I want freedom
from myself
I want freedom
for myself

More than this
You are more than this
Be more than this
Empty yourself of expectation
Let the wind
breathe through you
Listen now
Now
Always
Now

No birth
No death

Purge Yourself

Slow poison seeping through the body

Coursing through 

Filling all space

before finding its way

out once again 

Clouded mind

Clouded actions

What now

What now

Purge 

everything 

Empty yourself

wholly

Ifs

Promises and dreams
Fantasy and touch
Laughs and reality
Desired embrace
Finding myself
within you
Stillness
Peace

Beginnings and Endings

I have woken up and
I am still alive
The sun is here
The birds are flitting about
from branch to branch
chirping all the while
How many mornings
remain in my life
How many mornings
remain in your life
How will we feel
what will we see
on the last one
Will we even know
The sun won't know
The birds won't mind
The world will be
caught in the mire
of the ordinary
when we move
from the known
into the unseen
I can't find the words
so this is where
these words end

And the sun is out
And you are awake
And the sun is out
And we are alive
Together
Here and Now

Sri Bhagawan

Ecstatic chanting
for as long as time moves
I can see her child hands
play the rhythm of the melody
I marveled at the beauty
of it all Could not
believe it yet
I did

Now is the point of now.

Push To Let Go

There is time
there is time
for now
but there is time
if you are ready
to act
to do
to move
to make
motion happen
like you've
always said
like you've
always promised
yourself
There is time
for now