To painful thoughts

Hey little ones

You have a voice

speak!

All will listen.

And maybe then

the echo of you

                                         

the echo of your

 pain

will turn to laughter

in the cavern of consciousness

Magic Portal

The Offering

Vipassana

Downtown Vancouver

Period of Time

No Ledge

Doorways

The Key

Last Dance

In Light In

Mice

The Storm

Whole-d

Frozen

Confusion

Tears

The Fight

Green Eyes

birth

love-

what pulls poems

-red wet wings beating-

live from hearts

.

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Thoughtknots of Worry

thoughtknots of worry

stiff tight breath

tense jaw

hard staring eyes

we broadcast intentions

but thoughtknots of worry

tie up the cord of attention

and our desires

keep circling back 

to

thoughtknots of worry

thoughtknots of worry

probed

untangles

this from that

now from then

here from there

smooth brow

dropping how

being now

.

.

.

Love Speaks

i am love speaking

anything i say

i lose

for i am the process 

of becoming

clothed in the language of the

world

.

.

.

Love?

Love?

although

it often shines in the known

it's origin is unknown

the most noble of all quests

the questioning of love

ah!

ah!

ah!

infinite question!

which love am i?

that of the flame for the moth

or the moth for the flame?

that last-love unrequited-held fast by a window of pain-

is just desire unfulfilled

though we call it love

in our mistaken longing

like the flame whose very essence

transforms all it kisses

accepting liquid sun

shall i be

for love is me

and i burn

for thee

.

.

.

Red Awake

opening...like a tight rosebud

unfurling with gentle naturalness

slow abandon

without impatience

without hesitation

but red awake

savouring every second towards certain oblivion

contemplating the mystery

called you

laying down all weapons on the threshold of us

to enter naked into fiery embrace

and be transformed

from carbon flesh

to diamond light

refracted

on temple walls
.
.
.

Sun Offerings

Craving

Mist Sea

Abloom

Ting Ting Ting

Moondrop

Another Divide

Love! Speak of Love!

LOVE! SPEAK OF LOVE!

but not all at once

tell me slowly

-in bits and pieces-

so i can watch

worlds forming

on your soft

pink tongue

and

perhaps catch

a glimpse

of heaven-

until then,

my wings are folded,

tucked and waiting.

.

.

.

.

Static Cling

STATIC CLING

keeps pulling words

and streams

of something felt but not seen

out of me

so like an iron filing

my whole being

is

tuned

to

the

great

mystery

of attraction

sparks fly

between the poles

of

you and

i 

die

i

die

.
.
.

Surfing Samsara

SURFING SAMSARA

Cupid's building

a soul

surfboard

so

he crazyglued 

our hearts

together

last night.

we'll bleed 

if we resist

the attachment

and who knows?

there may be 

sharks 

in 

these 

deep 

waters

.

.

.

Us

It seems everywhere I turn, someone is in love.  Heart cracked open, pain and bliss in equal measure.

This being so, it feels time to do a run through "The Moondrops" poems, 1 per day until the cycle is done.  We'll skip the intro poems, which can be found in the book - and here are the song links.

Artwork by Marnie Recker (marnierecker.com)

US

only do i suffer

when i suffer

the thought of not enough

so wordless and still becomes i

for hello's and goodbye's

as two silences become one

or being one become two- full of enough 

of these precious winking slices of time

seeds there planted

so that when i sit alone

love

you flower in me
.
.
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Hope

To those

who have yet to pass through

and so have still to pass through

the hurt of a million honey razors

it ends

it must
.
.
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Skyflower Photons

The gossamer wings of a butterfly

are more substantial than this world

held together by light

luminous skyflower photons

that are as real as they seem

as real as they seem

as real as a dream

Communion

there are many ways to go into union
 not all are wrapped & rolling

 some are still

 a pregnant spacefield teeming with unborn poppies

- the flowers of hope-
 of remembrance-
 of the end of war.