change is in the air!

shit!
she has flipped my pancake over!
wow!

my heart is raging anew
with a fire
that is pushing me off my ass

moving me from the old conditioned responses

into this new moment!

I woke with the dream~poem~sense
to expand my awareness
and hold my focus
in care for this new unnameable emptiness presiding in my heart.

and then boom
everything seems to have changed.

my garden was nourished yesterday by horse manure and a new fence
my classes are sleeping
I am being left alone as all one
and the door she holds for me is
OPEN.

I have bowed my head off,
now I lay my body
belly down
in the garden.

Desire

She is desire itself
the force of life
to be
Her end point cannot be found
Her path is endless movement and becoming.

No sooner does she bud
she blossoms
the season ends
and another face appears.

To know her is to live as life and death
The coming and going
The giving and receiving
The winnowing and the shedding
The blossoming 
and the fruit.