things

things
have been coming at me
as of late
knockings at my door
music in the wind
hearing wisdom spoken
in
increments
it's not who you are inside
says batman
it is your actions
that define you

tonight i sat with the horses
for a long while
horse language
nuzzling
fence repairing
hay rick building
resting
watching the storm
move in
trees swaying
treetops in greeting
O the deep pleasure
of being
i sat in the rain
with the horses
i faced in their direction
i held my head against the rain
i washed my sins
my mistakes
my faults
my hands
i had the clarity of love
fall on me
wisdom passing like bees
whose balm is opening
i am sixty
i am so
more
alive

to simply be
to just
be with
it all
is
opening
opening
and
will
until
the next comes along

no money

money

the root of all frustration

when it's there

the want for more

when it's not

the want for more

lets get simple here

lets stop and think

where is the value

what

makes a difference

simple living

simple living

moving about simply

wearing life simply

knowing life

passes

and

that love

trust

peace

prevail

when i let go

when i trust

when i can sit with

bread and water

or opulance

and know

that

life passes

life passes

life passes

peace

prayer

may the song inside your living

be a vision

may the melody you sing

be healing grace

may you walk among the

angels

in the moonlight

may your every day be

full from place

to place

may you heart meet it's forever

filled with sunlight

may your life spread all the love that you

have made

may you weep at beautys

bounty

may you feel

your might

may you hold your head up

high

may you reach

for every sky

may you life be filled with laughter

till you fly

may your life be filled with alughter

till you

fly

Elenore

she

is nine

mystic waters flow behind her

music draws her to her spot

smiling

near her mothers watchful loving eyes

she speaks out in answer to a question

spread like sunshine from the

electric blue

strains of a magic

voice

the sky sings with sunshine

her request is answered

fairy dust

spreads like joy over her

and

she is changed

forever

elvin music

surrounds her

the source

an apparation of wonder and grace

beguiles her

she is transformed

a vision of joy

she has been

charmed

by art

by love

by imagination

by a heart

flooding over her

into the lives around her

into the earth

into the life

of the cottonwoods and locust

of the river

of spirit

sustaining her

holding her

this magic

penetrates

her generations

music

love and magic

will stay on her earth

will stay in her universe

will stay with her spirit

will stay

will stay

will stay

and

the fairy sprite

who's crystal spirit

now lives in her

is blessed

in all ways

always

long may she sing

can you see it

there is an ancient willow in the wind

a graceful streaming hat caught in it's branches

where bluish birds take all their time to live

like gamblers with their laidies taking chances

the lofty firm filled rain puffed heavy clouds

in the flashing artistry of night

hold on until the hammering thunders rouse

and strike their flooded basins raining light

the willow screams with windswept pelting hail

the bluish birds sing bright shamanic chants

the streaming hat clings like a masted sail

with flooded joy in rhythm with the dance

i stand in wonder i'm a child at sea

caught up in primevil mystery

trouble with god

someone said

we all have trouble

with god

yep

i say

who knows really

i think

no one

and

yet

there is the yes part

of knowing

god

maybe

the rescue

comes

from inside

me

thats it

all of it

i mean

the view from my window

is my view

the longing

is mine

the seeming inclusion

in this

wondering

is mine

the sounds i hear

i hear

i see things grow

i weep

i laugh

i wonder

those things are mine

i can imagine

others

feel what i do

that's mine too

so

what

so

what now

what now

what's next

universal questions

like steady rain

odd feelings

something in the wind

spiritual weather

lies over me

a dull film

of

expectation

it

could be

ominus

or

easy

or

it could be

that famous calm

before

what

i walk on the

moon

this day

i step into the

heavy air

i reason

with

the invisible

doubt

of

my mortality

a cloud

in

a cloudless sky

this

deep knowing

eats

my soul

has

something

passed me by

has

life moved into

another

dwelling

who

lives here

who knocks

a

portal is opening

who's there

what do you bring

are you a good witch

a bad witch

a channel

a voice

are you moving

holding your

sickle

easing up

are you smiling

do you bring gifts

do you

hold me sacred

have you come

to

enlighten me

are you here

to change

me

again

i have walked

this path

it seems familiar

i have grown

toward

the light

i have seen

the ease of ending

i have been reborn

into a new

difficulty

me

under my own

spiritual

spotlight

are you

my guide

come to

make me whole

i wait

i wait

i feel

i sense

come in

night music

in the night
the sounds of seeing eyes
the alert sleep
of evolution
growing
holding fast
easing in
unknowing
beauty
in my
every
recognition

i dream
of
no dream

i lie here
in another
ease
until
the break
the crack
the rooster crow
dawn

in the night
silent songs

peepers
crickets
deep mysteries
of sound
of light
the life
of darkness

invisible growing
snap shuffle

life force

a conversation of trees
shadows the coming of mars
as the sky holds
universes
as they were
as they were
as they were

i stand naked in
night song
i stand
gazing

infinity
a flash in time
leaves its
message
in easy
swifting motion

dark life

spirit

invisible eyed
black watered
night
sings
my world back to me

this night
is filled
with the strains
and notes
of
being

new week

each week
a new dawn
as if last week
a dream
the weekend
a sleep

now
monday

will this week bring
relief
will the good job come
will everyone stay healthy
what will
what will

then
of course
there is now

now

sitting here
in my beautiful
place
in my room
in my
bliss
here
right now
in the now here
the nowhere
of
this blessing
i see
i hear
i taste
i touch
i feel
i love
isn't that enough

this week
is just a
definition

did my ancestors
before a notion of
week
know monday

there were no
beginings
no endings
simply the day
and
the night
food
sex
wonder at the moon
the stars
the sun
thunder
rain
snow
all of the elements
i have been a part
i have
am
i am the every part
i am eternal
i am
monday
every day
every man
i am honored
to know

that

i am that
you are that
all this is that
that's all there is

having to pee

time sort of
speeds up then
running me about
interrupting my sleep with dreams
of
letting go
ahhh
but i still have to
take that break
standing
or sitting
meditating
in what's
written on the
wall
names proclaiming
favors
with
cell phone numbers
if
your out somewhere
it could happen that
if you're
a guy
you might want to direct your attention to
stream cleaning
the urinal
or if you're sitting down
maybe wondering why you keep your keys in your
underwear

i have to go
this instant
this sensation
is
after all
one that i imagine
most of us
experience
daily
many times
and yet
we must hide
not look down
or look up to the cieling
if there is
nothing to read
on
the wall
in front of you

i think mirrors are a bad idea
i don't like peeing on ice
or those
disks that
smell
like mothballs

i like to draw in the snow.
those of you who sit
may have a hard time
doing that

i used to like peeing
on anthills
but one afternoon
i wondered how I might feel
if some giant
hose
was drownding
me
in urine

god it's awful
sitting in traffic
having to pee
it seems
for ever
an eternity
can't listen to music
or talk
start to think of maybe
a cardboard cup
anything


then
the release
ahhh there is
that
yes
that final release
when
all is well
and it goes on and on and on
and on and on and on
and on
and
on
and on and on and on
infinite bliss
how dissapointing
when it stops
at last

now i'm going

can't wait
i can't

bye

cool nights

sleeping in the arms of cool
dreaming of a far off land
walking on air
breathing under water
i sleep in the arms of spring

magic holds her wand aloft
i sail under the seas
over the spiritlands
into the caverns
under crystal sky

i dream of those who go before me
i lay with goddesses and sprites
i struggle in the lost lands
of memory

in the cool nights of wander
i walk the pathways
the river runs
in a blue lightning
of past living

the gods all wander there
they laugh
they sometimes hold
their eyes on
my visitation
smiling me into what i already know

that this dream is but a dream
inside a dream
of my creation

and

i do move my mountians
when i will it
i
do construct
i build
or destroy
loves bounty
when i desire it
fully
when i know that
there are no limits
there are no borders
no control

the gods
hold me
in my particular dream
in the cool evenings
in the crisp mornings
in the reminder
the rembrances
of dreaming
this dream of my dream
inside the dream
amid all dreams

there are no ends
no beginings
only continuum
only motion

i choose to love
i choose to war
i choose misery
i choose bliss
in my dreamland memory
in the cool
under the blanket
of my
dreaming dream