Patient Learning

Some of my greatest gifts
come from repeated pains.
May I remember this
when pains gift me again:

Pains cry, "You might not need
to heal what feels like woes--
we are weeds, full of seeds,
growing balms from thought foes?”

Base Grace

We've powers like showers--
that nourish and clean like rain.
We've forces like horses--
carrying us on manes.
We've a love like a glove--
caressing through all pores.
We've selves like elves--
opening all closed doors.

Our urges keep surging--
exploding buried ore
moving sounds emerging
as poem-songs from our core.

All Nations Under God

May greater us
always expand--
loving, free, just--
all promised lands.

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We Too Trees in Eden’s Garden

Mind, will, sex, self
don't rule by force--
our cells, all selves
smart with eros

creating wise
loving presence
to franchise
giving presents.

Oh My My My My . . .

I’ve always tried to be
the better kind of me.
I'd also love to see
my entire potpourri
playing joyfully
to tolerable degrees.

Communion's Breath

Silence that's me
shares silent thee.

Very Frequent Flyer

Freed when aware
we're made of air
words breathed by wind
go out, come in
while within skin
we're everywhere.