full moon

the full moon was invisible

cloud covered

i stayed awake and warm

revelation wave

ok, let's ride this wave further
where it takes us is always here
but the way changes.

someone else makes my morning coffee now
he's gotten it right, his way
mine was unpredictable
his way is made for me.

there is no deserving love.
deserving is an impossibility,
a misconception,
a lie.

who could have caused this by doing?
the mirror has simply been cleaned,
and well polished.

just look,
you
revealed
reveling
you are a revelation of love in every form.

yes, i can hear

yes, I can hear
love was known and passed down along
in so many ways

i'd been in the oak tree,
hidden away
unbelieving
waiting
at times frantic in the silence.

what a mystery
to be called and to hear
to be peeled away from the noise
to be held closer than close
in this quiet glory
this problemlessness.

i feel like leaping
as a fire's flame out of the oven
every moment this is possible
every moment there is more levo ! lvoe! love!
issuing from this point of me
of you.

where did i go to let this glory be?

body is glad for the leave taking
it can breathe now
undulate, spin, wiggle, stomp
embraced by quiet glory, 

the body smiles
and continues to express

Like a mountain
like a woman
like an eternal flame
someone's devotional gesture is who i am now.

photo credit: towardtheone.tumblr artist Anahata Katkin's (of PAPAYA) 

i saw an opening

i saw an opening

a doorway 

revealing 

glowing light

within 

from here I will be led

deeper into the Heart

of life

of the world

of joy

it is here 

beyond the need to understand

why how or who

that the gardener's response is tended.

cold frame

Something new is occurring here

It is calling me into daylight and fresh air

A call to be as near as is possible, 

with all my attention, 

to what is 

here

now.

There is a man in my life

Outside my window

Building a cold frame for our winter salads

In the sun

In the fall wind

Far from what I fear or doubt

I’m called from inside to meet outside

inside is outside

This is the new world

The gold purse is mine.

The sound of the saw is piercing the air.

There is honey in a man moving in the morning sun.

an invitation

surrender

is invited in this moment

and the next

my heart breaks

to be given over

endlessly

how

ever

through laughter

and precious awareness

of love's gift.

the wave

the wave
i feel the wave
wanting its full cresting

the wave is wanting to crest fully