re incarnation

when in the easy wanderings of youth
when fireflies flew their glitter in the night
every breeze was born in me to sooth
while all the evenings filled with subtle might

a sprite appeared who dressed in every color
found it's way into this softened air
sighed it's whispers to my youthful flutter
and soon i lost the color of my hair

oh the skipping frailety of then
who's nows are wearing out their new bought shoes
walking all the rythms all the airs
while singing growing lyrics to the blues

it's just the way we seem to grow and then
it's time to start a new path once again

the church of one

the church of one is like the bhodi tree
sheltering the one who is awakened
still as a shimmering lantern with in me
never at all alone or left forsaken

it sits inside the deepest heart of i
the ever shaping vision of a life
watching as the ships sail slowly by
in every shape or form so very rife

is it you my friend or is it me
who shapes this world of gods we see before us
like the lonley barks out on the sea
seeing land do find it fair or dust

we are the makers of our pathways plight
in the church of one all day
all night

the tattooed man iv

the tatooed man
is
swirling
whirling
a dervish

rumi's
friend

a motion picture
in motion

my life in little movies
on his cape

some
sepia

some
technicolor

some
black
and
white

stills move
like
harry potter paintings

personalities
places
mistakes
old lovers
great moments
old feelings

birth
and
the other end
perch like
laughter on the sidelines
as my
life
passes
in twirles
on the tattooed man's
cape

he dances like shiva
is still
as
siddartha

is complete
like
mateo appearing

mateo
the human
shaman

inside the tattoed man

welcomed
and
loved
feared
and
in wonder of

for mateo
abides no man
loves all

the tattooed man
is a flag
he
moves
like a dreamscape
first
on green grass
then
on fire
under clear water
in
pure air

i
in the temple
the tattooed man seats himself
breaths hard
in a sweat
on
his
bright silken pillow

i sit with him

his cape speaks
his eyes
glitter
wild
green

he smiles

diamonds in rags

bare soul rising



yes

he shouts

yes

he says

he says yes

he stands
he flings
his cape
he flies above me
he shouts
his voice
light
wind water
extatic
brave

yes he shouts

yes
yes
yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes

... yes ...

i stand
alone

i am

the tattooed man

boojums and angels

boogums

know what they are
the things that block
vision

opinion
good to have one
bad to keep one

definition
nice to theorize
for fun

judgement
big hole there
big chasm

expectation
the spanish prisoner
lord of nowhere

oh how they hurt
soul

angels
come riding
light
enlightening

creation
wonderful
watch the hubris

love
ahhh love
a bright polishing
vision

a pal
a partner
a real friend
a loving lover
a truth teller
that's home
that
is
the ticket

to

presence
always a gift
a present
presence is

life
the discovery
of now

the
lasting
ever

living fully
completely spiritual
dark
light
all

thankful for it

i am

new day

it is another bright and lovely day
the month has filled its yearly life with sun
giving spring a leg up out to play
bringing smiles to winters usual glum

every day i wake up from my rest
greatful that i'm home and safe once more
looking out my window feeling blessed
with love from every corner every door

january spring a pause in seasons
skys so blue the heavens reflect light
answering all the questions giving reasons
for this wondrous living holy sight

thankful for this days abundant living
amazed my path's so beautiful and winning

january

if i were

january

this year

i would be confused
knowing that i was invented
by people
who all have rules
like
january is supposed to be cold
snowy
give cabin fever
flu
stuff like that

now the earth
has decided that
january
is march
last year
march
was
january
(ok so it's different in austrailia
and
south america)
and now
it's warm
even balmy
confusing
"the earth is pissed"
someone said
i agree
wind
rain
warm
then a blizzard
that very day
twice in one week

wake up human
species
we've offended our mother
she is coming for us
with a hickory stick
problem is
there's no place
to run

the carrot

alone in my illness
my companion at my side
austrian mountains
mozart on the ride

a walk
a long walk
surviving

no where to sit

a sunny chilly day
coffee
water
music on the way
singers from tibeten throats
whistling eerie sounds

classical musician
guitar
peddling rounds

on the plaza
countrymen
drinking beer

vegatables at harvest
closing down

bright orange

around the back
of a laden stand
ending it's day

evening sun cold
then warm
showering my weakness

i asked to buy a carrot

shining eyes caught mine

reaching out
with
a single carrot
her eyes smiled
fresh
compassionate
as i bit down

juice
sweet and bright
filled my
sense

i knew then

my life will continue


this simple
jesture
of kindness
gave life

it is
the best carrot
i have ever tasted

sustinance

life

from kind shining eyes

angels
are
everywhere
i thank this one
now
i thank her
always

i shared the carrot
with my
savior
my love

we

walked on