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By Moonlight

We speak love into being by moonlight

Every word and question and wonder drawing a picture

Of what could be

The soft fall of sound from lips sweetly

Outlining the colorful touch

Silhouettes against the night sky

The moon is our witness

This hope growing

Intentionally

In the pale light

Across the water

Under the trees

As wild hearts weave

Poetry by moonlight

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Bitter Falls the Day

Steamrolled and tired

A downward spiral

Petals hit the ground

The flowers gone

The seeds have fallen

Winter frost bites hard

And fast

In hearts like mine

And yours

And theirs

A loving flame that

Raged

Burned and flared in these

Conflagrating times

We share

Gone to ground

Burrowed deeply in the earth

In silent midnight caves

Held by stone and rock and clay

Spirit flowing out and in

To the past and back again

We meet our wounds

We heal each blast

We nurture hope

And in return

Are nurtured as we

Begin to climb

Out of the dirt

Out of the grime to

Rise again renewed

The seeds crack open

Far and wide

We grow

We grow

We grow

Again

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Disputed

Raging rhetoric rises

Frail and failing folks

Tapped out

Buried under words

Ideological landslides

Cover the evidence

Of neglect and decay

Kings and Queens of the

Dung heap

Make promises

No one believes anymore

Anyway

Still polishing crowns

Rolling out the carpets

Blaring trumpets cry

No more blindness

No one can hear it

Over the sound of their own

Despair

After the storm vents

Skies clear and blue streaming

With rays of golden light

The hill sprouts with kindness

A thousand little leaves

Of hope

Growing wildly from the

Wreckage wrought

From the philosophical

Dispute

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Album Release March 8!

Hi everyone,

Infection Trilogy will be released across major platforms on March 8, but you can listen to them early for free on SoundCloud.

Infection Trilogy is a primarily instrumental trio of tracks which, like a story, has a beginning middle, and end.

The virus that is thought, the contagion of dangerous lack of thought occurring right in the middle of a global viral pandemic. A lament for all that we’ve lost, Infection gives wordless voice to the griefs we share, and those too personal to express.

Unamended, Unmended is a haunting track of desolation, isolation, and is uncomfortably eerie. This track will blow fresh air into stagnant areas of the spirit. Keep going!

Darned Socks is multilevel play on words, as well as the resolution to the previous tracks. We do not have to stay where we are, or continue going the direction we’ve been going. We can circle around, backtrack, and revisit that which has not been resolved in ourselves, our communities, our states, our nation, and our world.

We grieve for that which we hope.

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I See You, Magnificent

I would tell you over and again

What I love about you

How the sparkle in your eyes lights up the world

How your big huge heart inspires me

How your dedication to the ones you love earns my respect

I would tell you once again

How your love for nature resonates through the wild woods

How your ability to overcome adversity with patience and hope brightens dark corners

How your insights and devotion to growth blaze trails in the minds around you

I would tell you once more

How your presence in this world is needed

How without you the world would be smaller, darker, colder

How without you the music would never play

The sun itself would dull

The clouds would never lift

And song itself would end

These are some of the ways I love you

How can I thank you for the joy you bring

For the light that shines through you

For the notes that become the melody

The harmony of this dissonant world

How can I thank you for staying

Who will tell you these things when I am gone

Listen to the whisper of the wind at dawn

To the ocean coming to shore

To the birds singing in the trees

Saying, “Thank you. I love you. I see you, magnificent.”

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Contract

Negotiating more space

Withdrawal in the best senses

Soft sounds

Low light

In silence

I show up for myself

Cocooned from without

No longer missing the sound of my heart

Plenty of room to sort through

Fluctuating feelings

To let them

Swirl and

Fade

To open again

To the soft rise of hope

To the glow of dawn

To the moon and owl

To the great mysteries of life

Embracing the lack of answer to the question

Why

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Spinning

Dervishes understand

The power of motion in the round

Twirling and whirling

Becoming a vortex

Body moving in prayer

Arms wide

To hold the hope of all the world

While we dance through life

Unknowing

Unaware

That our every breath

Our every thought

Every movement is a prayer

This intention even unintended

Our state of mind

Our state of spirits

Spins outward

You can feel it when you pass by

Those golden souls who shimmer

Casting light in the dark

You can feel it when you pass by

Those enshrouded by sorrow and clouds

Each morning in the light of dawn

We begin

Our intention

Our invention

Our devotion

Our spirit in its motion

We are spinning and casting

Reacting or reflecting

From the center of our being

Our meditation draws us inward

To touch the brightest part

A mantra to give some structure

May we be healthy and happy

May we be at peace and at ease

May our movement cast light

As we pass by

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Whirling Dervishes are Islamic, and the mantra I refer to is a Buddhist mantra. I am always more interested in the advancement of the spirit than adhering to a specific religious tradition, and have spent much of my life studying various religions and philosophies. What can I use and apply in my own life to deepen and broaden my connection to the all-that-is drives my curiosity. Will I play music and dance with joy? Yes. Am I a Whirling Dervish? No. Will I sit in meditation and chant mantras for personal growth? Yes. Am I Buddhist? No.

Where do you get the inspiration for personal development? How do you apply it to your life?

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Common

Unique and distinguished

We yet share

Woe and distress

Common shame and suffering

That in shadows full of dread

We feel them larger and unweildy

Stronger and unyielding

Then they appear once in the light

There are some, it’s true

Who feel not life’s great and awful sadness

Inexplicable angst

Isolated troubles

Suffering of spirit

When life’s gone all awry

Every step is wrong

Rolling on the floor in writhing agony

Alone and yet together

All this pain of life we weather

Hoping for an end

For some peace

For something better

For anything at all to lift us out of sorrow

From the sages to the pages

Sayings written once or twice

Hang on to love

Be open hearted

One more minute

One more hour

When subjected to the fires

Flames upon each wound

A subtle transformation

A phoenix rising plumed

Hold on to love

Keep going

Take your rest along the way

Remember this is common

Part of life to grieve this day

As the tide returns to shore

One wave after another

Joy will find you in the moonlight

Joy will find you in the dusk

Joy will wake you in the morning

Joy returns little by little

In that flower startled beauty

In the clouds suspended there

In the laughter of your loved ones

In the twilight somber falling

Common sorrow

Common beauty

Will find you there upon the sand

Unique and still distinguished

Healing slowly everywhere

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Unspoken

Treasure, trash, and fallen blossom

What have you here in common

Laying, lying languid

On the ground

Decayed and disregarded

Bound for compost breaking down

Let loose the seeds of hopes unspoken

Let them roll and blow into the richest

Barest seam

Cracked rocks cupping dust

Of years now gone and passed

Grab hold of just one ripening

Swelling bursting dream

Each emotion watering

Rivulets and streams

Finding purchase in the barren

This treasure grows from both

The pleasant and the scream

Each rooted tendril seeking

Necessary nutrients embedded

In the rocky bottom of the deepest

Silent permutations

While rising from the surface of

A broken earth

Sprouts brand new incarnation

Incantated leaves

Unfurling and unfolding

Wings of every quiet quest

Growing there unspoken

Shoots of happiness

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The Sky’s Blush

Two moments in time

Mine

Yours

Looking skyward and beyond

Into the infinite

Where touching briefly

Soft illumination

A comfort

A hope

In communion

With the all that is

We stretch across time

In two moments

Hearts beating the rhythm

Of changes to come

Pointing to a path not yet taken

The sun rises

The sun sets

As these moments roll away

And the path remains

What calls forth the spirit at dawn

What settles the mind at dusk

Tender shoots struggling for purchase

Reaching upward

To the sky’s blush