Feb19
At the intersection of regret and anticipation
sits now—this moment, this life,
the one you have right now—waiting
for you to devour it, to conquer it, to grab
it with both hands, to hold it
to your chest and feel its pulse pounding
against yours, spelling out in capital letters
the invitation to your destiny.
And if you choose to accept it, you choose life,
choose big, bold steps into the unknown,
a fierce surrender of your will, a release
of all those doubts you’ve stockpiled
just in case, all those “should’ves”
that snared you with their prickly barbs,
all those times you said yes
when you meant no, or no
when you meant yes, not realizing
that the only yes that matters
is the one you say right now.
Jan1
This will be the year of living big,
of loving out loud, of taking
magnificent risks and reconnecting
with spirit. I will become intimate with
intuition, will taste the sweetness
of surrender, will create
and connect, opening
to freedom and possibility. I will dissolve
the muddy remnants of fear
and align with a purpose, at last
recognizable. I will live fully, guided
by intention and abundance, not
holding back, not settling,
not hiding. I will stand up straight
and look life square in the eye, ready
to be challenged, to be humbled,
to be blessed. I will walk forward
with grace, moving toward the light,
and shining all the way there.
Nov29
The connection with whatever pulls you
toward freedom, toward truth,
toward your own essence,
the one you may or may not recognize,
it’s that magic, that spark…
you see, you hear, you know, you feel,
you feel, you feel, you feel!
It is yours for the asking, for the taking,
for the fulfillment of something bigger
than you, something you can not
understand and should not
understand, but should accept
with grace, with gratitude, with arms
flung as wide as they will fling,
prepared to learn whatever it must
teach you, to go wherever it must
take you, to trust that this,
this here, this now, this this
is exactly what you need. And then,
once you’ve acknowledged, accepted,
received, surrendered, take it
and run, run as far and as fast
as you possibly can, run into
your wilderness and play with it,
allowing all that is wild and free within
you to celebrate, create, laugh, cry,
dance, paint, write, sing, transform
into a gift you can return to the world,
one joyous moment at a time,
one sweet, sweet symphony
spiraling from your soul.
Jul1
Nourished, satiated, full,
fed by our day on the river,
the water slow and lazy,
floating us through secret,
undisturbed places,
like the places you find in me,
the places I want to share
with you, want to open
and explore. This freedom
of being, of feeling full and alive,
so rich, so delicious, feeding
a hunger I didn’t know I had,
and now that I’ve tasted
your warmth, your light, your spirit
beckoning mine to come closer,
I may never be satisfied
with anything less.
Jun14
Bricks, with their one-right-next-to-the-other-ness,
their mortar mazes that require no imagination
to complete, their patterned placement
that could be soothing in its predictability, but reeks
of conformity and rigidity, which are not
inherently bad or wrong, but also are not
creative nor thought-provoking, nor likely to incite
any sort of rebellion, riot, revolution, or reform…
and perhaps this is why our schools, our town halls,
our courthouses were built brick by brick by brick
by boring brick, solidifying, commanding, ensuring
steadiness, security, stability…and slavery.
May18
Swaying to the rhythm
of me, moving through days,
walking stealthy miles
across the desert, comforted
by solitude, a pendulum
swinging between survival
and freedom, settling
on the quiet delight
of simplicity.
Lean and focused,
one nimble step after another,
moving forward into
the unknown, guided by the sun
crossing from one side of the sky
to the other, the moon
gathering and giving away,
the seasons chasing each other
into the order of things.
Mind still, instincts sharp,
throbbing with clarity, rooted
in now, with no tomorrow
visible on the horizon, the tracks
of yesterday already filled in,
only this moment
for company.
May8
You know all those certifications
handed out after every trial
and tribulation, every time
you were stretched beyond
what you thought you
could handle, all those skills
and lessons learned, new items
on your spiritual resume,
the one you don’t always want to
submit, would actually prefer
to keep hidden? Well, the universe,
like some omniscient version
of the cloud, already has a copy
in its giant filing cabinet just waiting
for the next open position,
the one you qualified for the last time
you cracked wide open and almost
fell apart—almost, but didn’t.
So when that almighty headhunter calls,
groan, roll your eyes, stomp your feet,
but you pretty much have to say yes,
have to box up your things and move out
of the cozy office you had hardly
begun decorating, and step back out
into the trenches where you—
and only you—can do the job
that needs to be done.
Feb17
“You are the universe experiencing itself.”
-Alan Watts
And right now the universe,
the great big universe, spills stars
into the ocean, shakes rivers
into the sky as it sings itself alive
with possibility, skips its bare feet
across the grass, laughs, with hands
open wide, ready, and willing, to hold
all the abundance it can handle.
Jan19
Stark trees pose and point,
their silhouettes more bold with each
downward tug on the sun, and then
that moment between too light for night
and too dark for day, that moment
when everything stops striving,
if only for an instant, content to simply be
in-between, that moment before the stars
start sneaking into position, and the light
that emboldened the branches
becomes a whispered glow, silencing
one form of beauty to make space
for the subtle song of stillness.
Jan13
Nose nestled into tail,
body curled in comfort,
he smiles, sighs, snores,
dreaming age into youth,
dark into light,
winter into spring.