All the Lights

The starlight shrouded by clouds

Submerged in the glow of the moon

In the deep night singing

Not a note can be taken back

A bridge crossed

A path walked

The pace is changing

In the following hush

There is a moment pristine

An untouched stream

Sparkling in the sun

A memory of things

Which have yet to occur

There is a far away dream

A step closer to the next

Obstacle

Opportunity

Opening

The forest still calls

Mysterious

As dawn arises with the birds

A curious cup of coffee

A sense of wonder

Delightful

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Halves

We split apart in the beginning

During the great expansion

Hearts breaking open

With each loss growing larger

With each good-bye softening

With each morning shining

Though cold dark times we flailed

The great failings

Huge mistakes

Mispoken words

Storms surrounded us

Blowing strong against us

Until we were reduced

Bare bones and sparkling spirits

Wrestling demons and decisions

There was that perfect hello

When all that had been awry

Clicked into place

The great turning of keys in locks

Chains falling unneeded to the ground

Now we fly through clear blue skies

Skimming and diving and circling

Choosing and creating a nest in a tall tree

Under the eaves

Under the daytime moon

We dream soft and pure

True and good

Of that peaceful lake within

Whose shore we never leave behind

Again

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

Weapons of Soil

We turned the earth over in rows

Removing rocks

Breaking chunks of clay

We composted the past and stirred

When they came for us

We marched and toiled

Longing for the days of seeds and

The times we had hoped for rain

It’s not our battle we fought

We were turned over the earth in rows

Weapons of soil

Carving territories

Engraving lines to define

Our stained hands longed for the dirt

For something simple and straightforward

We fought to return home

When we got there we found it was gone

Weeds and salted earth

Barren

The trees majestic were stumps

The wood turned to ash in fires which

Never warmed us

So we huddled next to the ruined forest

Weeping in the cold

Would that the story be over

How we persist in misery

Roaming to find a fertile place

A peaceful pond or

A clear flowing stream

Something to nourish us

Something to nurture us

Someone to welcome us with our ghosts

We put hand to blade and hand to plough

The work is never done

The work is never done

The light sparks and sputters

We sing to the tinder

Until the soft winding smoke wisps

Into a frosty night

Small flickering flame rising

Here come the horns and flute

Thundering hooves and the call of an owl

Weapons of soil gone feral

Wild in the wood

To create something new

To bring forth that which was left behind

When we left the wilderness

The spirit wells like a rising river

There is a surge as the tide rushes to shore

The moonshine insists

The sun never relents

The face of the earth changes

We turn the earth over in rows

Composting what we once had needed

To grow a fresh crop

From new seeds

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Missing Nothing

I made room

Expanded

Fit love into sun filled mornings

Woodland walks

Midnight songs

Moonlit rambles

Between times so full

I never stopped

No need to stop

No lack therein

Nothing missing

Like water carving out the rock

Like earthquakes opening the ground

Like giving away things no longer used

I made room

Now I am open and not full

Of the light that used to shine

I turn under the silver moon

Slowly under a slivered shard

Of what had been robust and

Bright

To myself I am returned

Missing nothing

But that song

That shimmering glow

Just salty rivers running muddy

From these eyes down to the sea

I walk these sandy shores again

Under the stars

Just me

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You’ve Left Me an Opening

The walls were taken down so long ago

Stones and rubble piled to the side

Determined saplings reaching skyward

Roots snaking through the cracks in search of nourishment

The path is narrow and

Little used

Who passed this way last

Matters not

My feet are bare against the dewy grasses

The earth is guiding me home

There is a perimeter

Where I await

At the opening

For the invitation to

Approach

Deep in the wilderness

Untamed and free

The breeze catches on my dress

Birds singing lovely in the trees

A breath catching moment

Life itself beckons from the ruins

“Dance and sing”

Sun setting gently

Moon rising

Stars will twinkle a melody

Divine

I dance beneath

A shimmering sky

Through the opening

You left for me

Small Illumination

When the night falls silently

Cloaked over the restless day

Fears of the dark and unknown

Rising within and surrounding without

Each step feels fraught

Will the ground hold

Will the path stay steady

Is there a missed obstruction

Feet tripping over downed branches

Choices not taken or rued

How the heart beats faster

Shallows in the breath

The ominous quiet pervades

Calm is the challenge

Centering within

Cultivating a small illumination

That window to an infinite light

Texturing a peace

Like still water refelecting

The light of the round moon

Whole

Through the mists of fate

One sure step taken

To reveal the next

This is how, then

The journey resumes

In this small illuminated place

No Moon on Sunday

Though I sleep deeply and well

Some nights the glow of the full moon

Pulls me from my bed into the quiet

Early morning darkness

To admire her fullness

I have brought chairs out into lawns

From the Caribbean to Vermont

From the Midwest to Saudi Arabia

Wide awake in calm reverence

To sit and meditate upon her face

On mornings like this

On mornings just like this

The sun has bid me rise

A golden beginning to the day

There is a light weight upon the morning

Of all the early mornings when

Roused from slumber to alertness

When I crept through dark abodes

While others slept unknowing

To keep vigil as the sun renewed

A hope as secret and as known

As there could be

That there be love and meaning

And goodness in the world

And in me

A shining promise that this could

Be so

The light finds me waiting

For that gentle touch upon the sky

Timelessly marking time

Just born

I am as old as the earth

As old as the stars

I have just begun to shine

Moonlit Gift

As I lay sleeping

Curtains open to the night

A slice of moon tapped at my pillow

Cool bright touch upon my face

How young I was and

Fearful of the dark

Yet in that quiet moment came awake

In the silent benediction of the light

For a few moments in communion

Listening to the early morning hush

A peace stole over me, and entered in my heart

It will be all right, one day

Just like this moment in the night

Each luminescent touch down through the years

Planting hope and weeding out the fears

Another reason to hold onto this life

And wait out the darkness until the dawn

For years I sat in darkness, silent

Until the dawn

Christmas Carol 12/13/2020

Born early Christmas morning

When the light is shades of blue

The snow reflecting golden glow along the street

Born early Christmas morning

She became the perfect Christmas gift

Bringing joy to those attending

Bringing brightness to her kin

Christmas Carol, where are you now?

Where did you go?

Did you dance beneath the twinkling lights?

Did you fly up to the stars?

Did you take a trip to winter’s moon in a silver shining sleigh?

Were you frolicking on rooftops when the reindeer came to town?

She grew up in the city

She grew up in the south

She grew up in the north woods

She’s so much older now

Her song drifts like the blowing snow gently making waves

She’s covering the gardens

She’s clinging to the trees

She sparkles in the dark of night

She’s a nomadic harmony

Christmas Carol, where are you now?

Where did you go?

Did you dance beneath the twinkling lights?

Did you fly up to the stars?

Did you take a trip to winter’s moon in a silver shining sleigh?

Were you frolicking on rooftops when the reindeer came to town?

All the people meet her when they begin to dress the tree

They string the lights and sing her

They meet her Christmas morning as the sun begins to glow

She’s been piped in throughout the shopping centers

Drawn from vinyl rounds by diamonds

Playlists dedicated to her

Shared and shared again

Christmas Carol coming to you on every radio

Christmas Carol, we all know you to some degree

Christmas Carol bringing joy to those attending

The perfect Christmas gift

Bringing brightness to her kin

The perfect Christmas gift

Bringing brightness to her kin

She’s the song in winter’s wind

She’s the song in winter’s wind