Sunday, December 28, 2014

morning message

bring your lips
to this rimless cup
(of You)
and drink.

Christ is a mirror.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

morning ritual

When taking your morning shower,
what you are cleansing for
you cannot know.

What will arrive today
sensing the cleanliness
of your heart,
of your readiness?

Whatever it is
you will know when it arrives.

For in that moment
you will feel prepared
and somehow sacred.

christmas eve

Sunday, December 21, 2014

solstice 2014

in the depth of silence
I don't need to know anything.

stillness turns
toward this magnetic center
my ritual
this devotion,
my plumb line
into the darkness.

there is a moment
when the dark celebrates her light
becoming the way
the truth
and the light
 of Being.

a feathered moment

I am the body of the cardinal
and the branch she alighted on
and flew from.

where ever this attention rests
I am.

Friday, December 19, 2014

a woman's promise

as i listen to  your words
I'm knitting
with midnight blue angora
a shawl
in my favorite pattern.

the first day i had the thought
i'm not being attentive

but today
i feel your heart words and our circle
entering the softness
of this handwork.

warmth, of the temple
beauty, of the temple
dark, of the temple

a holy shared care
for expressing as only women can,
our promise.

written to my writing raw circle
October 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

take care

the form of woman

the form of a flower

the form of a prayer

hold this life tenderly

see its beauty through your fingers

breathe its fragrance through your thighs
care for and protect Her.

Monday, December 15, 2014

on being encompassed by nothing more or less

written while sittin'

there is no one who waits.

the one who waited
never was
content to assent
to what is.

nothing more than this exists

it is pro found
and humorous

no argument for or against rises,
the wave tosses the driftwood.


Friday, December 12, 2014

tiferet: the reconciliation of opposites

 Illusion serves reality.
and I am grateful for the dream.

Without illusion we could not see reality as being literally beyond imagination.
In this way imagination serves what is real.

So too, judgement is a servant of what is true and longing to take form.
It holds back the bearing of fruit until the time is ripe.

Rules are servants to the movement of spontaneous living.
Fences to be leapt over when the true being takes flight.

Separation serves the wonder of two.
For without such an edge,
 your own center could not be known so radically,
nor gifted so openly.

And commitment is the servant of true freedom.
Be found by commitment
and know the truth of your being.

In the story of The Frog Prince,
the transformation of the prince and princess occurred through the heart that saw the truth of what is.
This served the breaking of the three bands around Heinrich’s heart.

Three bands, three hearts.

Our practice does have merit for all sentient beings.
Together we realize liberation.

 The Frog Prince
oil on panel

a series of paintings and this poem was inspired by a camelia I found on a rain soaked road. as i walked closer, reality revealed a rain soaked and tire squashed green frog, blooming pink and white from its center.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

no resistance

I say
can encompass

but the smile
curving my lips
can't resist
taking form.