until

in early morning I seek my heart like a good friend dialogue is easy wavering like a mirage swaying like a seasoned mother but there are those other days….. a smooth stone a sheet of steel a silent impasse there is no other way i stand at the door until http://www.artofkundalini.com

Awaken

  disappearing bones of petal strength and crushed colour fitful pastel thought shaping over walls and the creeping sound that moves you and presses you, slinging into you, the very song you dream of purging…. and still in ten thousand years we are found mouthing words that bind our seemingly free delivering the sweet opiate

Somewhere Lions Roam

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the fourth of ten poems.   The decree so weak, the care so false, that glazed windows battered by sand, clatter and shade…. The dark dancing is set to fool and huddled children shake against peeling skin. Glitter is medicine sold by winking monkeys. The silver

Incognito

    listen to the glisten at the edges of the mouth with a tip of the hat spy the twist of the lips and the words on the tongue note the warmth in the wet slide the lines on the page turn the corners of the look on the side of the eye and a glance

Love Swept The Breeze Away

Fresh and cool it entered then swayed and left, or seemed to, me and you, the saddest flowers in the sun. But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin told me the truth I didn’t know until then. Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard, I pressed my ear against