Poems and Phantasms

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Talisman

Sometimes we want to

lock pain in, close

the door fast, take leave

where it cannot

grow

breathe

touch

or heal

yet

buried

stifled

numb

we feel

it, still

 

Time comes to find

the door ajar

inside, the familiar

older, condensed

upon itself, pain

 

Fitting into the hollow

like a stone from your

pocket, leaping into your palm

you remember its

color

weight

shape

worn smooth

from long carrying

 

You could hide it

away again

or

bring it into the

light, discovering

streaks and sparkles

you could not see

until you opened your hand

to let go

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Emerging

Emerging

 

entirely upon the breeze

there is a certain fragrant ease

a vernal arrogance, a tease

 

each shell

each nest

each hole unfurled

each bud

each blossom:

sovereign worlds

 

and when, at last, the thaw seeps in

unleashed, a thousand thoughts that sing

of spring and wings and newborn things

 

emerges fierce from dreams of frost

the victor clings and counts no cost

How Becoming

Do not shed your skin only

to wear it as a jacket in polite company

 

It wears thin, pliability

grows brittle, pretense

 

Beware most hypocrisy

oily and clinging

 

Lest your mask

become you

Beauty

I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret

 

yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing

 

look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

Simple, Wild Wisdom

 

I believe in a

simple, wild wisdom.

 

Go to a place

where there are

no clocks or

mirrors. There is one

inside you.

 

Listen to the

rustling of your heart

beating wings of

generations. Launch into

this “now” you’ve heard tell of.

It is not chronological.

It is all-consuming

experience.

 

Now is

breath and

warmth

in your veins

for this day

you are

alive.

 

Your path is not

future. It is this

step. It is

following the

urging of what

you have always

known. Shhh,

listen.

 

The quiet inside

is singing.   

Scatter Kind Words

Scatter kind words like seeds

to the four corners of the earth

to the wind and sky

to hell and back, where

they are needed most

they will find their way

 

As the tiniest light

shines the greatest good

in the blackest night, so too

the kind word roots

deepest in the heart

rich with grief

abundant with gratitude

Life Stories Write

 

this

is life too

 

this time in

this room

clock ticking

rush and wait

turning pages

you never intended

to read

 

as it turns out

this is your story

 

so tell it

 

tell the dark jokes

sing the sad songs  

you can’t forget, laugh

till you feel

like crying

till you

feel

 

sometimes healing is

not a cure but

the coping

the reconciling

the holding on

to hope regardless

 

give this day a title

worth remembering

even if

you didn’t choose it

this

is your adventure

 

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