Strange and familiar

Before words there is no before

Under words there is no beneath no above no in between

Most of our life is unwritten

Unsung

Yet we sing

And find our breath our lips our tongues our hearts knowing

Deeply

The words that cannot be uttered

This unfathomable ungraspable wonder

That we are

.

I try to sing of liquid moon

Pouring across the sky

Eating golden orange persimmons

This bright December night

.

Boatman sits by the lazy river

Dreaming

Leaf floats by

Fish jumps on the far shore

Wind kisses the browny green water

Dreaming wings into my eyes

.

after the passersby

Echoes linger

And their hushed voices

And their footfalls

The fullness fades

Into darkness

.

Street lights

Lantern trees

Cricket-song

Slow rain

this long night

.

Dawn hides behind thick fog

Softly softly fading

.

Moon burns through the roof

My heart follows its reflection in your eyes

.

I sing of sun and moon

Sun and moon sing me

Brilliant Light and the deepening shadows…

Swirling mirage of sun drowning in sea

How the clouds catch the afterglow…

.

Low slung clouds catch the last scraps of sun

As we stand on the edge of light

One golden leaf hovers

A moment

In the falling

.

Tiny yellow butterflies

Dancing

Was it today or tomorrow?

.

My heart hurts in beauty and sorrow

Oh precious life

I weep

.

Inside this momentary there is no out or in

Golden leaves rush up the sidewalk

Sounds like rain

.

Fading light gathers

In my wandering hands

Laughter

.

Lace wing leaves

Brush the wind off the sidewalk

Orange cat walks on tiptoes

.

Roses grow up my window

Ocean waves

And crashes back into its own wetness

Hello

Goodbye

Hello

Petals fall

.

Long boat slides through liquid clouds

Rippling sky to my feet

I tried to find the song that sings me

It was in the wind

And in the tree tops dancing

The long grasses waving

The river longing to reach the sea

The depths of despair and the highest reaches of light

It’s unsung melodies weave my hair

It’s wordless words form my breath

My lips

My tongue

A language beyond the grasp of intellect

Silently sings us

It is unfathomably wondrous

Its light plays with reflections

Its darkness cannot hold the night

It Swirls and

Grabs our hearts

And never lets go

.

And who paints these subtle shades of morning?

Echos of evening’s flowers

Fading

This soft warmth

Swaddling new beginnings

Memory names but cannot follow

Or imagine

Where your footfalls will lead

.

My brain my heart my gut my breath the bottoms of my feet can feel the heavens burning

Gazillions of stars Illuminate my eyes

Your eyes

We can feel the symphony of midnight

Spin in lost constellations

Sing the universe into being

Sing ourselves into being

Sing love into existence

With our dance

.

Beyond the clouds

Beyond the clouds

The deepest blue haunts me

Bleeds into the silence

.

Tiny yellow butterflies dance around big spidery flowers

They don’t seem to land

Maybe they drank their fill

When I wasn’t looking

.

In quiet solitude

I wear echoes of rain

Flavors of melancholy trace the lines in my hand

Distilling eons into one drop of night

Dying into itself

The taste of darkness

.

Words slide and tumble but cannot pull these feelings in or out

Half moon glances my way

Loose petals caught in a web

Spinning

.

Long night

Shallow rain

Butterfly dreams

Is she sleeping?

.

Moon drifts across the wandering

An undefinable melody persists

Quick rush of wings above the power lines

Strange and familiar

A shadow bird

.

Cloudy …a tantalizing pinch of sun

Throw open the window and fall into the soft

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Noon tide sews the sun

Arching clouds hover

For one breath

Girl skips down the sidewalk

Braids bouncing

.

Headlights fill the trees and empty the night

Rivers of red follow

My nakedness is clothed in ascending moon

.

Iridescent ribbons of moon slide through the trees

My thoughts twirl with the lace wing shadows

We curtsy and begin again

.

Shadows slide down the mountain and pour across the river

Silently erasing the colors

Blooming

.

Echoes drift across the meandering

Surfing gently the winds and rain

Sun slides through the words

As you find your life a poem

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