poetry

What are we but teenage dreams
beauty school dropouts
last year’s homecoming queen
chasing sunsets
tearing down the streets
running in-between realities
of childhood, adulthood, and fantasy.
And we —
the one’s who think before speaking —
join the masses of the unthinking.
Finding each other in the alleys of time —
The cracks we’re slipping through in pursuit of Truth and Freedom.
The marching band’s tune —
A dream beat —
My two stomping feet —
Singing songs with the stars
Getting caught in the ceremony
Graduating

What are you writing —
A stranger asked of me.
Stories, I said —
About Infinity —
The beginning —
Starting with the first burst of creation
The vibration
The sound
Echoing all around
Bringing us here
Where we are now

Sometimes —
just sometimes —
It is my place
to sit with you
and give you grace
confidence to sing
to let your soul shine
to breathe

remember this moment
this one by the tree
where we sat and sat
and breathed

A woman sits by the fire
Spinning threads of desire
Cosmic connections
Humming
Twisting
Turning
Vibrations
Weaving our lives together
The infinite shine
Timelines

Basically
I just sat still
And felt the first raindrops.
And then I danced
And the sun came out
And together we shined
Spinning about
Two circles of light
Bright
And still

Do not try to contain me.
I will not fit in
To your groups
Or attempts at labeling.
I shall stand.
My two feet in this shapeshifting sand —
Erect in confidence.

Consider this —
Everything you want is before you
Inside you
Behind you
It is only this moment that prevents you from seeing — believing—
Let go —
Fall into it —
The abyss —
The fifth element.

Are you living your dream
With the infinite We
The earth and the sky
The stillness
The rhyme
Moving away and coming back again
The spirals that climb
The story unfolding

Eventually
We will learn that we are all different
And in that way
We are the same

we gather under the sunlight
laughing in our ease
food abundant
water clean
the server’s chagrin
nothing personally
but still offending
—
this culture —
conditioning since birth —
the one that calls for some to sit
and others to serve

everything moving so fast
car doors slam
runners running past
put on your mask
the polite signs ask
a metaphor for silence
reminding you of your task
to be unthinking
follow orders without blinking
freedom diminishing
power exchanging
history repeating

and yet
springtime comes
awakening the golden ones
to bring about a new age
with freedom, truth, love
and above all
freethinking

you can still hear children laughing
splashing in the swimming area
remnants of old campfires smells
pine trees
mosquito slapping
fishing along the shores
a mountain escape
spring break
cove lake

daffodils —
tasting a smell through the nose
full of scent
herbavescent
wye mountain

most of the men
with an imprint
tobacco can
left pocket
faded jeans
hat
camo jacket

To the child who lost their zebra—

I will look after it.
This African animal
Lost in the Gulf of Mexico
Buried in the sand
Pulled out by my hand—
A child also at play.
I will look after your zebra
And promise to keep it safe.

there are some who start fires
and others who put them out

musicians and believers
comedians and dreamers
light bending healers
wizards and country singers

walking through the ashes— feet bare
one will stoke it beautifully
while the rest of us just stare

the campfire glow
wind and smoke
jumbo marshmallows
real stories told

It takes a moment to settle
into the rhythm of yourself
find it safe
a place — a space
you can begin to abandon
the day-to-day
modern living concerns
de-evolutions and rebirths
let time pass without thinking
sit more
rise before waking
drifting from the dream into the morning
the earth waiting —
observing

it will not be a revolution fought in the streets
it is about our mind
what we do with our time
healing and teaching
instead of possessing
it requires free thinking

in louisiana
the people will see you
on the side of
the road—
slowing down
to enjoy yourself

sometimes
we just need
people
to see us
in a new way

Back to the forest
shades of green
watching the yellow sun
Rising

Bare feet
always
meandering slowly
weaving together time

backwards and forwards
planets align
all of it
Pure Shine

dancing again
and again
a living tree
among the grateful dead