Love will out

Love will out,
for She never has aborted.

Only where you play
at binding Love
do you hurt.

What tremendous effort
it takes to fight.

Just watch Love
at your back
as you march to war,
enfolding you in Her Arms,
dear One,
and your "enemy", too.

Salt and peper
are both gifts.

Feel the gratitude.

Watch your Heart's door
swing wide open.

You can only pretend
you are not Love
for so long.

Love will out,
for She never
has aborted.

Still attached/One.
No isolation possible.
Love

maiden voyage

maiden voyage

without past,
the cleanest air,
the clearest view

without a label,
forever maiden,
forever un-made

your "voice"
oh my darling

who cares the words
that of This
seem to shape?

God,
"the""sound""of""the""human""voice"

Roll over, Beethoven.

Maiden Voyage.

"thir-teen"

have you ever heard such a beautiful sound?

sound?

Peek a boo

there is a game mind likes to play,

hide and go seek
IS a child's game

Father knows nothing of it.
Father sees All,
no hands covering Eyes

To lose your Self?
How could it be possible
to lose what you are?

only a game of pretend:
now I am a fish,
now I am a girl,
now I am a man,
now I am a house,
now I am strong,
now I am weak,
now I am a sloth,
now I am the tiniest, lowest
scum of the earth.

Peek a boo!
I see You.

Snail

extraordinary edifice,

magnificent
snail,
ordinary, ha!

what can be ordinary
about a "tree"?

or any of it?

exquisite
curve,
no mere mortal,

the vital-ity!

away, away, awash
it seems

yet Absence but another dream

yes, divine words:
"What is essential is invisible to the eye."

oh my darling snail!

Life is not
a race to be run,

not a race,
not a race,
not a race,

no thing,
Ordinary

Song

rise up singing!

before the center,
Song

and the song rang out!
resonated,
woke the sleeping
and the dead

the Song!
oh yes!
(the forgotten Song)

even moved Alzheimers arms
and dementia legs

it made the soul,
the tiniest cells,
to move again,

to jingle
bells

in the night

in the dark, dark night

nothing could stop the Song,
not yelling,
not hatred,
not even bombs.

She
opened
and opened
and opened
and opened

exuberance

exuberance

feel it

nothing can break it,
no hammer or bullet
can touch it

it can't crumble
or age

no fossil fuel needed

no factory can manufacture
or improve upon it in any way

yet it can melt
melt rough edges

warm the heart of an entire planet

oh the power,
the flood
of exuberance

no one
it does not touch

no one
it does not love

no one
it does not embrace
and appreciate

must you?

once up on the pedestal he stood.
twas quite high above

the ground below
was soft and so earthy,

but rest wasn't something he ate for breakfast.

digestion called for
stars above mountains,
gurgly lakes,
mud bubbles,
lazy records,
and number and letters
that tweaked raging volcanoes even

running from the hotmoltenlava,
sweaty and out of breath,

"yes, all this," she said,

"must you?"