sinner

told story of god
the old man wrinkled
and laughed through
missing teeth like
black ju-ju bees
eyes sparkling light
the words came
cracked and slow
when he was young
the story goes
he met an old man
on the road
carrying a large sack
he offered to help but
no he said i have to
deliver this to the church
what is it the boy asked
its my sins he said
they have no where to go
so i am taking them back
where they came from
no one else can take my sins
The priest told me when i was young
that you can't go to heaven with your sins
so i am ready to die and i'm leaving my sins
with the priest
the boy laughed and said you can't leave your sins
you have to do penance and
ask for forgiveness
no said the boy you will never go to heaven with
such a big load
but the old man stopped and put down his bundle
if the church will not take these
then i'll just leave them here
I was only keeping them because the priest
always said god loves a sinner.

struck gongs

tallow wicks in glass cups flicker
yellow glow stains the dusty air
moments melting feel wrapped in dripping wax
whispered chants rustling through painted chambers
dull chords of struck gongs stir the smoke filled halls
footsteps slap and slip over worn red stairways
copper bowls gleam subdued with sunset fading
water rushes through boulders and fishers nets strung deep
portents sought and secrets slumber into nights sway
moon fills the snow with potent sight
I love you in the darkness and in the everlasting night

simple

A light so pure
A soul so simple
A truth so real
cannot be put
into words so small
The universe loves you

floats

Lotus petals open
Divine fire rises
Butterfly floats higher
Eternal beauty cries
Speak with one heart
Beating in the light
wanting knowing feeling
Eternal moments end
And flutter in the night....

balance

i first notice that i am peacful
the activity of the day has ceased
then i express what i feel
my understanding
the world is silent
one thought shifts
the balance of the many

playing

i'm impatient, waiting, reading and writing, my clock ticking as the moments stop and then go. what phantasy is this that i am in. the people and places seem like a bad play, the sun a giant light bulb. i have no role, just a stagehand setting the props for the players. they strut and cry and laugh and yell trying to convince the audience but there is no one there. i wait my turn. the lights dim. the actors retreat. the sets come down and then the music softly fills the cavernous darkness.dim lights burn and the universe of empty seats surrounds and the voices that had echoed in the closing are stilled. all the worlds a stage and each of us alone create that world for ourselves. my play is running down to the wire. the seats are sold out and the rehersals are done. tonight it begins, this moment this sweet instant of action that leads to surrender. I have a song in my soul singing love and the whole world hears it. Let me sing it for you. play lightly with the children for they are our dearest ancestors come to be our friends, to show us their hearts. be kind for in kindness there is hope. be true to your self for you are the eternal being knowing only love. go into the light, for light is our mother sending her love. find the love all around you even when there is none to be seen. each moment has a meaning, hold it in you heart and accept its lesson. be joyous for everyone for there is no one else here, thank everyone for it is all love everywhere.

watching outside

its thursday now
and monday seems just a blur
the carnival of life revolves and reels around me
flashing lights and crying
maybe this is a good time to talk about what is really going on
there is no truth no lie anymore
just feelings and awareness
past is gone
future unborn
present swimming circling
waiting without knowing
we pass some barrier and see it looking back
god is a road bump
a pothole we experience banging into our reality
a body in motion remains in motion unless acted on by an outside force
i am moving waiting
watching outside
forcing me away
i see the simplicity of knowing,
the implicit trust and fearless actions unifying
melting away me and you and every face i am
then i am pulled and grabbed and tugged into my body
away from the truth to here
now separated
fractured mirrors scattered from the collision as one crosses the line.
its thursday
and every time is this time
every thought this thought
every action this action
reflecting echoing vibrating endlessly without meaning.
hoarse whispers ending a night of screaming
as the full moon looks in my eyes wide with love
for you