the trust of the ebb
and the flow
is letting go the dove
knowing it
will, return home
but there's no choice
but to trust
the wave will ebb
the retreat will come
the distance will grow
and you may never know
if the tide will rise and flow
if it
will, return home
will it
will it ever
old roots were pulled
below the wind
pushing clouds
through barren branches
and a sun that seemed
to source these clouds
in a breath
of iridescent essence
the roots held
the cool earth close
as a mother suckles a babe
the symbiosis hadn't
realized full term
for it had come time
for roots to feed the soil now
but as often is the case
a human has other plans
we reached into
the sun
and the sun reached
into us
water flowed into
our lungs
to prevent our air
from igniting
the inner chasms
we had ran to
where we had hidden
ourselves
those chams filled
with the sun
we could no longer run
from ourselves
the light was so
piercing
it was so warm after
our frozen slumber
we felt on fire in its
presence
and we melted and surrendered
to the infiltration
the sudden stir
within each chakra
as the quakes in
the root and sacral
join tribal dances
of long ago and
of those yet to come
as solar plexus turns
in swirls
and echoes one and two
the heart ignites
thrusting forward
to the beat of its call
the howling in the night
throat stretches calling
forth all the times
it was held prisoner
to break those chains
the pull of the third eye
out and beyond
reaching further
than the arm is long
further than the sight
can see
into realms unknown
those realms only known
to the crown that was
reinstated to shine
as a beacon for the others
to gaze and rise
how long have
we swam in this ocean
the depths where pressure
has plied our minds
with limitations and weight
a dormancy we've floated
in and through
as waves have carried
our harnessed bodies
far away from each other
but in a turning of the world
in a setting of the sun
and the rising of a new one
this ocean vanishes
for us to find dry sand
beneath our feet
warm sun upon our flesh
clear sight within our eyes
and the will not of an ocean
but of our freed selves
to guide us on the return
if it speaks on
behalf of you
and it speaks
on behalf of me
what is it that
is exactly speaking
to the both of us
is it our heart
the shared connection
that holds us
that has taken
your hand
and holds my
hand too
and that will
place our hands
together some day
the whispers in the night
the smiles seen
just out of view
the hovering warmth
the embodiment
is this an instrument
a guide for our voices
between our souls
in about three days
the balance will return
the light and dark will equal
the cold will retreat
the ice will thaw
the earth will wake
the sun will shine
the seeds will remember
the soul will shake
and free itself from
the foggy introspection
heart bells will ring
in the swirling breeze
warm hands will find
anxious shoulders
gentle fingers will find
necks anticipating their moves
as the geese take
a northern trajectory
you are out there
in the crowd
I feel your eyes
when they're upon me
though I'm looking
through dark glasses
you give me the urge
to take flight
upon my ascension
we pass each other
in your descent
that's when it clicks
and we spend the
rest of the night
catching up to the other
through any means
possible
dresser drawers
seem to glow orange
as one drifts
off into slumber
with the silent snow
an old friend with the
same name of
a current one
she begins to teach
telling of her journeys
past explosions stall
in pressurized times
feeding the public
with rich heavy food
pizza weighed down
in seas of cheese
leaving the thirteen
nights behind you are
left with these words:
the two find each other
the numerous rooms of the house
were filled with scattered items
and the sickly woman
attempted to serve her guests
the meat was delivered
butchered and ready to process
sausages were the choice
in the amateur preparation
the three dogs prior in life
over extended their sniffers
the wrong clothes were available
while the right clothes
were already waiting
at the place of work
it had all been misplaced
because the black shelving
now contained the wrong items
if only the clock wasn’t
an hour and 19 minutes
ahead of where it should be
within a barn
within the woods
a beast dwells
who steals the bags
of passersby
but you may speak
with this beast
who explains how
it knows English
is because it listens
ghosts speak to nurses
they will remain
as long as no one
switches their doctor
images are vague
what was said is distant
but you showed up
nonetheless
tiniest of ducklings
in multitudes float
as snowflakes in an
early spring flurry
the sun and flowers return
and you shine
in your beauty and glory
I am fortunate and grateful
to behold you in Apollo's grace
at a fair of art and jewelry
we pass through the stalls
of various crafts and wares
with music in the air
our friend almost asks
me to dance as the song
reminds her of a tv show
but we look at each other
and agree in our eyes
to take to the dancefloor
ourselves
moving slowly together
my hands take to your shoulders
in your striped shirt
you tell me I was looking lonely
when I was sitting across from you
I reply that I could melt in your arms
the clock then reads 3:37 am
a silver wreath
she wears in her hair
a silent goddess to bring
visions to the dreamers
as repetition occurs
in the 13th after 12
upon waking violet lights
still burn in the branches
high above the bed
inquiring neighbors may discover
the cache the earth holds for you
so you may need to wall it up
to hide and protect
when kisses are freely given
and freely received
drifting off into the intention
of two becoming one
almost three hours into it
the light shone
the flickering light shone
from left to right
the light shone
moving across an arch
behind closed eyelids
the trine of Mercury and Jupiter
bestowed the blessed message
to the two becoming one
awoken eyes stared
into the darkness
to drift back off into
a similar darkness
for three hours more
until the slumberer
finally awoke
hungry for more
plants mark the memories
of when life begins and ends
of the movements
in the earthly realm
where you have been
and where you will go
the celebrations you will attend
when the most unexpected guest
will show up at the most unexpected time
and will be dressed in the most unexpected outfit
all these celebrations
will be tied up with a bow
the ribbon made up
of your distant past
and current guests
to conceal the future surprise
you have so patiently waited for
the titan of a monster
approaches the door with thunder
in a magicians dual
and the opposite in size
is sometimes the best weapon
against your enemy
haircut plans for the day mingle
with lucid dreams
and the best gift is given
in the form of your presence
while passing through gardens
swimming pools and parking garages
it is sensed a set of twins who
are partnered with another set of twins
are convulsing
and I discuss my role
in my clinic
with responding physicians
who tell me we always need more nurses
the firework expands
into the surrounding darkness
momentary illumination
only to surrender to
the refusal of revealing more
take a sip of creation
a sip of ecstasy
as you’ve already seen
the interior of the explosion
you've already been
the explosion itself
the knowing of an affliction
in someone else
sometimes brings the affliction
home
and sometimes fires
burn underwater
and the hope is we can
put it all back together
even when all the parts
are beyond repair
but you can never see
the whole picture
the grand view of it all
if you aren't nestled
near the precipice of the abyss
with the fear of falling
tugging at your heart
and we attempt to release
into new experiences
while still tangled
in our old habits
but still discoveries are made
hidden behind walls
secrets of long ago
come forth
in the light of today
revisitation of the search party
only to find one of the two
might have resigned
merely a declaration
of the bloodthirsty moon
pure fear from the lunatic
but then a voice of the past
cries out in catatonic rambling
on the subject of summoning
a letter from solicitation
while wailing for help
echoes in the chasm
as sharks take hold of legs
under the surface
of calm waters
search through the dark
of a mind preoccupied
with the blood eclipse
vague impressions
of the future self
and its other half
reaching into the youth
of what’s to come
only to wake at
three thirty on March third
after receiving the blessing
that he’ll meet you there
in the corridors of dream
