Spring Sings

Love too
with you
this time's
so fine.

Through You Will Be Blessed All Families On Earth

Are all folks siblings, spouse
living in the same house
where our shared tortured love
calls for God’s help above
grace full steps on the ground
to kith and kin all ‘round?

One Man was an Island

A moat sludged with fear protects me--
thanks for wading with me to thee.

Physics

Mass attracts
love attacks.

Unite Nations

From conception

separation

drive reflection--

integration.

Unite Nations

From conception

separation

drive reflection--

integration.

Cry Laughing?

Let's not complain
some times in pain
so we won't suffer--
why not laughter?

No More Prosing

It seems to me we try to pass
as just a simple lad and lass--
but speaking words that others use--
is our lip’s way of self-abuse.
What if instead of trying prose
we spoke in poems wearing no clothes
and if folks think we're demented--
kiss them well with words fermented?

Hide Truth

Yum yum yum yum
in shade and sun
from lips to bum
we've won--we're one.

Imagine Eden

Imagine Eden



When I’m empty

I am awed free

to choose a me

I like to be.

Cry Laughing?

Let's not complain

some times in pain

so we won't suffer--

why not laughter?

Unbelievably Easy

Accept unbelievably challenging
our lives, then it's easier managing.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Since love was missing from the start
unknown screams from unknown hearts
for unknown love that has no end
were unknown prayers helping us mend.

Sole to Soul to Sole to Soul

My body grows

truths my mind knows

feeling from toes

where beauty rose.

Dumb Wisdom

It's O.K. not to know anything
since we can talk about everything.

Present Making Past Future

Words, deeds
are seeds:
shape pasts
to blast
now--know
to grow
today
to pray
for all
we toil.

The Art of the Fart

When I rush into my mind
and leave my behind behind--
my rear, not happy ignored,
starts to fart chords towards the Lord.

Micro’s Macro-Cosmos

All is so near,
so here, so dear.

Trees' Ease

Trees' Ease



Quivering

shivering

dancing

romancing

trees

in breeze

creak

speak

to leaves:

“never miss

bliss to kiss.”

Pain Rain

When loving pain,

hear how again

with strange refrain

pain guides to gain—

begins to wane.


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Love's Freeway

We are one body:
godly though oddly
when driven apart
still move heart to heart.

Our Divine Comedy

We describe with words
truths that can’t be heard--
even this ditty--
which at least's pretty.

Reign of Pain Leaves Unstrained

How healing to give up the scam

of trying to be more than I am.

It Takes a Certain Audacity to Bring Our Life to Language

Uh! Ow!

Oh! Wow!

Shall We Sing?

Within each breath songs
moving us to sing-along.

Hi Love

Unending space and time's
overflowing passion
blooming out of heart and mind
this dear moment fashions.

Stone's Home

He tells his story

about his temptations in the wilderness

because he needs listeners to be there with him

when temptations—which left him for awhile--

come again.

So let's join him in his desert

and learn how to overcome temptations.



**

In my wilderness I, Jeshua, am a wild animal amidst wild animals--

no longer like the domestic animals in the manger I was born in.

I am fueled by a fury I can't bury.

Beast please be tamed--but keep your flame.

A fox circles me—almost within reach

before I throw a stone shooing the fox back towards its den.

I have no home—

except these stones.




For forty days I eat no solid food,

to clear body and mind

so the wind I breathe

dances with me

and through me

nourishing my cells

guiding me

to nourish well.



An urge arises

before my eyes

to rush, grab, seize,

rather than grow

with wind’s love flow.

Let me gnaw stone--

stone feels like home.

Stone please be bread

or I’ll be dead

I want to scream

in this bad dream.

But we can’t live

on bread alone--

My appetite must move within

the graceful dance we have with wind.

Freeze all my greed

until I’m freed

when cold heart bleeds

for all who need!

Wary Serpents Conceive Innocent Doves

Nothing else is worth recording about Jeshua's life until, at thirty,
he goes to have his life transformed by his cousin John.
Jeshua might have been like the prodigal son he will soon talk about:
far from his parents, lost amidst pigs, longing for the pods they eat.

**

Before John is conceived,
his old father, the priest Zachariah, in the Temple's holiest of holy rooms
on the day for atonement,
does not believe words he hears saying his wife, Elizabeth will bear him a
son.
Doubting this voice makes Zachariah unable to speak.
Elizabeth does conceive.
Like her cousin, Mary, Elizabeth seems ashamed to be with child.
Elizabeth hides for five months.
John’s mere existence in the womb, keeps his father silent for nine months.
Only after the boy is born and his father agrees to name him "John,"
although no one in the family has that name,
is Zachariah able to speak.
When John is strong enough, he escapes from his family.
He lives in the wilderness—
until, at 29, he is moved to dip people in the water, commanding them to
Let float away
misguided ways—
so breaths of air
guide you to share.

When Jeshua’s body is immersed by John’s hands,
Jeshua finally feels someone who understands:
Jeshua like John was rejected by his father.
They need to find in their wilderness
that water and air are like parents who care.
Jeshua emerges from John's baptizing water peaceful as the dove
that is drawn to them.
With Jeshua's first breath out of the water,
he feels he's a child of water and skies wherever he flies.
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Good Friday 2010

Affection for Resurrection

Earth, air, fire, water bloom

lives through womb, playroom, tomb. . .