October 18th and 27th 2015

The Mother Tongue  October 18th, & 27th, 2015

Would that I speak with the tongue of Nature
That washes down the kits and calves
That sends the red leaves down
Gold and green and red leaves down
And whispers lovely nothings
Into the ear of God.

The other night
The wind blew through the heavy cedars
And the looming angel maples
Next morning
My curling street was carpeted with gold

Tree gold has the odor of incense
I've noticed it before
Filling my lungs with the air of prayer,
Moving through
The trees

Bed Time Story. Jan 8th 2019

                                                            Bed Time Story      1/8/2019

Pretend you went to sleep and you fell into the Void
Where all things are possible but nothing is manifest.

You fell deeply asleep there and disappeared
(silly I know because the whole time you were in your bed
Weren't you?)

Pretend you woke up with the Void inside you
And you became Deep Space.  With great stars and planets.  Constellations.
The Milky Way
Huge and empty and populated, 

You carry the Void within like a seed
All things possible, nothing manifest, 

You travel Deep Space
With stars trailing off your fingers and toes.

Pretend you are That Child, sitting on a wooden chair,
Streaming through the Deep,
Filled with all possibility yet sitting absorbed in silent awe
You could be anywhere.

You could be standing at the sink
Looking through the window filled with all possibility
Looking at your reflection and everything is manifest but you don't move
You just look at yourself and see it all.

You are so real.  It's very clear.

The Void within is exerting pressure on the possibility of
Manifestation
And you taste that.
It turns out to be Love.