memory lapses into now now now

I'm not a historian
so I don't have to remember
what happened today
or yesterday.
I am a lover
I know it was good.

detail of Der Samen - The Seed

Oil on panel 2010

24x39 inches

the morning guest

Here is that vague feeling again
The morning guest
Of not enough
I need more
A vibration of fear
Or is it the fluttering of arrival
As the in-boxes empty?

The bird feeder is full though
And I braved the cold in my pajamas to fill it.
My coffee is nearby,
the eyes of my heart are open,
And my fingers ready to scribe.

What will I open to meet today,
Scribing in word or in color?

In the stillness
I ready me to stay near myself,
To be empty enough for the response
That fulfills the promise I’ve made
to be true and in joy
and to be so expressed.

nourishing above and below

she lies on the earth
naked
with her ear to the ground
listening.

the sun is on her back
shining.
the moon in its fullness
lies below the surface
reflecting.

imagine,
if you will,
a seed growing fine white roots,
and a sprout begins to grow
up into her ear.

the new enters her body
from below.

she will be woven and dressed
by a filigree of white roots,
winding stems,
leaves,
blossoms and fruits.

her body will be used to nourish what she came to be.