burning bright

You’ve a center


that is unshakably sweet -


that has infinite energy


to weave turmoil


into wine.


Guthema Roba

the snow carpet lays me down


the threads arrive


from here and there


i am the center of the see saw


churning into sweet butter


all that comes 

from right and left.

i offer myself


on the altar of truth


easing easy


into ghee


burning bright


less smoke


less and less smoke........

bh

soul traces

the truth of my soul
celebrates creation and my joining to life.
the gesture of my joining
is invisible,
yet there are traces
to be seen.

she'll find a way

she's lit my fire

i'm steeping in passion

may it take form as truth

even as it breaks my heart

i don't care how it looks.


i have lips 
i have skin

i have eyes and hands and feet.

she'll find a way to break through me.

the woman I am

from a deeper quiet pool
having retrieved the golden ball more than once,
my mind babble
has babbled itself away.

I feel like the woman I am
laced with girl threads
that indeed,
make me the woman I am.

white kitten

i dreamed of a white kitten,

so near me
feeling
pins and needles
teeth and claws
fine bones
and soft fur.

then she tumbled into a nap
and I understood play.






Nov 13, 2014

taboo

taboo

i found a taboo
against taking
against taking inspiration and running with it
to see where it would take me.

others' words woven so skillfully
- the official writer's words
sacrosanct -
were given a new life
in a writing raw circle.

they were taken
and taken in.

how silly to fear inspiration,
that it could be likened to plagiarism,
the great writer's offense.

imagine receiving Hafiz' kiss
or sharing his glass of wine
and keeping my mouth shut
and my eyes closed
so no one could know
it lived in me,
blooming,
or in you, too.

paused

paused
the gentle wind of breath
enters my body
and stirs me to recognize
the quiet entry
the easy opening.

there are other winds, in mind
stirring me to a stress filled action
taking me for a ride.

the wind that blew in with the rain today
blew through me
clearing my vision
to feel the oncoming shift
from warm sun
to falling rain.

something is stirred in me
all these changes
day after day
after day
of diving deep and strong
prompted by the gentlest sound
of a woman's sob
of a woman's poetry
of my own words
rising
again and again
from the ever clearing unfolding.


inspired by words of Cecil Collins
"it is the most gentle wind that stirs the deepest feeling."