Category: Poetry

 

Meditations From the Center: 2

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 2

In the center of my head is a rain-washed
dawning

In the center of my head cirrus
clouds cross a cobalt sky

In the center of my head a…

Meditations From the Center: 1

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 1

In the center of my heart, a sun
in whose warmth
apple trees blossom

In the center of my heart, a chamber
through which the mistrals of heaven blow

In…

Sunday Poem

SUNDAY POEM

Let me embrace you
naked as rain.

Let all that is not me fall
away. This body, drawn to earth’s
molten heart, this mind echoing
your fingerprint, these avid ears

drinking your elemental voice.

Finger Painting

Sea foam sparkles on the waves. Sea lions
roar. Foam shivers, flies
into the wind. The tide holds its breath.
Hisssssssssssss

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Ganesh’s belly rests in his lap. His trunk
caresses tree, root, sky. His feet…

Hestia

SUNDAY POEM

You gods and bearded prophets, go squabble
in the pub for a while. I’ve heard enough
of heroes and lightning chariots streaking
across the sky. My companions are Cassandra
and Cordelia. They cook with…

Show Me

SUNDAY POEM

Show me in your emerald heart, in the
current of your river. Show me how
to open my hands, your laughing light
trembling between my palms.

Tara, show me

I have left the house with…

You Opened Your Mouth…

SUNDAY POEM

You opened your mouth and swallowed it all
believing purity of heart could transform
mercury into mead by some
mysterious alchemy of the spirit.

You sucked in poisoned milk; you swallowed stones
disguised as…

You Are…

You are a source of love, blessing, positive energy and
sacredness in the world. You are more
than just a consumer of these qualities.

When you choose to be a source
you shape the world with…

When It’s Freezing in February

SUNDAY POEM

When it’s freezing in February
February and freezing

I’ll slip into my story quilt and dream.

emerald droplets fly into the night
from the cup of my hands in your cold,
swift waters. sky widens

Sunday Poem: Kali, Queen of the Night Sky…

SUNDAY POEM: KALI

Kali, queen of the night-sky, your skull
necklace rattles on dancing breasts.
Blood stains the cavern and corners
of your mouth. Your obsidian face gleams;
your ruby tongue defies all who claim dominion.