with child

are you with child?

then be you praised
for carrying with you
this so precious
innocence

holiness,

perfect clarity
that cannot
be dimmed

no tale can be but as a branch across the moon,
no tail but wags at the happy ending of itself

this innocence,
oh unspeakable innocence
in every word,
beyond every word
without any word

this child you carry,

praise praise
for this child
you carry

humility

in the world,
but not of it

i step back
and find myself
on the ground
next to the humblest of fountains:

i know not one thing,
not one

not even what i am,

the authority costume
lays empty
beside me

what a holy altar
this vast night sky,
this spaceless Space
of i don't know

Thank you

the sweetest woman
in the world
met me at the door today,

"is it true?"
she asked
as each wave
came to the shore,
crashed and fell back into itself,
and 1000 drops sprayed up
into the air

"is it true?"
and the glass fractured
into a million shards,
and fell slow motion
as the sunlight
caught each edge

"is it true?"
and the oxygen
could once more
reach the cells

yes, the sweetest woman,
the Grand Mother
offered
the sweetest question
to each of her children
and each one
fell down
before Her

fun-conomy

fun-conomy
where it's fun
to give

to shine
your light
that you can SEE
the gifts
coming to you
for free

pure grace

the earth,
texture,
the kiss of skin

the reverence
of toes
making love
with warm silky sand

warm sock
in the night

touching the bark

it was made
for you
in this very moment

oh grace
oh grace
oh grace

thank you

nothing
that is not
precious

(Sitting with: Dear Joy, I'm sorry I was so scared.....)

 I understand. 

It simply was. 

We believe what we do...until we don't. 

It's ok to fear. 

How else do you know it's a mistake (perception, belief)? 

the ocean of fear
motors the lifeboat on its way—
speeds the truth to arrive

the shrapnel vanishes
when truth dawns

fear can never change
what you are!

out of your experience
of fear is birthed
your ability to embrace others
in their darkest night
and hold the light

when you fear fear
no more,
your safety is assured,
your step steady
on the path Home

this is what
growing up means,
we are not so easily spooked,
we see it is false images and not reality,
we finally see
there is no need to flinch

can you...

can you imagine
the utter lack
of lack?

dolls spinning on their heels
without your documenting
one cringle,
not afraid of a "curve",
no censoring
of shapes and sounds!

Siberian Huskies
flouncing on the beach
in Miami

are they really refugees?
or immigrants?

or simply
free to walk the world?

honestly,
what insane idea
deems that a body
can only and must
remain stationary?

isn't that a bit lack lustre?

and you call yourself a "leader"?

can you really say that
and hold a straight face?

can you imagine
the utter lack
of "lack"?

no one knows

No one knows
the way of the mother,
the son to be
the breath that moves her wings

no one knows 
the way the wind will blow

feathers do ruffle,
lightening strikes
and thunder storms

no one knows 
the way of the mother,
which hole the earthworm
will emerge from

there WAS no “other” way
it “should have been”;
no plan written
somewhere in an old library

the way this cherub rubbed
was all right

and mother’s song
is still
heard
in the silence of the night

i love

i learn

and there is 
but one
baby

can you love this one?

can you love this one?