Love Can Stretch

did you say things were turning around
do you know why the sun slipped behind
purple clouds
in front of your mind
a blistering distraction of the truth

next day wind took your attention
through this body the reason why
we could not land above earth

the use of heart has been held
from the front line
doing what everyone does
so slow to reach the pounding sound
for a pair or even a household
love is not enough

CHARACTER

pappa text me, he's back in town
show my shen in a moment of man
howling at the moon
27 times around a circle of 108
four
hold the door, can't help but watch him
reach for him as he goes
call back to him and tell him
your beautiful
in that man's suit
i can see the shoulders
rounded or up and straight
the body talks

State Of The Mind Today

three states of existence
with only two roads to ride
a motor consciousness is subject
to one way flow
walking running and sitting
i found lying down to be relaxing
under the trees with a gentle breeze
our shape was star like
and three qualities of nature
obtained in a single moment
took shape in the practice
we arranged time to sound out
the ache and pain across the mundane
poetry of the body
took flight

The Fabric Of Time & Space

force that rules the cosmos
sitting with tea in hand
sunrise turned just three hours before
the tempo of my skin awoke
gravity tugged at the dreams in my mind
met with laughter and sensual past time
a warped moment of previous noted space
gave way to the fabric of a man's back
addicted to the feeling of infinity
as the black hole reveals light
so love,
shall spread across the earth
as the ocean covers the land.

After Hour

smoldering light of moon and stars
another cosmic smile turned the night
last chance chase the dance
leading with swag
i almost took the plunge
made the drive and met the flesh

what holds us back?
who pulls the strings?
get the truth
on to the next one......

Waves Of Tues-Day

this hand was easy
lettered with expression
a fashioned note
enjoyed by the art and culture
of radio news.

a person who is running around spending
chasing down a barbarous gold
thinking about Afghanistan wow's
the boredom of narrow joy's
fill war's arms with heap's of rows
tanned arms and booted toes.


lead a foot to the door
return for Dharana
permeated space
clear the mind
two blankets rolled out
for one or two
the time is new.

Discipline On The Mat

early asana with eyes wide shut
a witness of my own ego
carrying a heavy cart across the road
a return to the basic of positions
breath
would take the weight off my back
put the wheels in motion far reaching
the unconscious

tapped by patience
the ride is vast and gregarious
pounced by tiger
my pose remains fixed
caught in the rain
my body shall endure
with not a shake or sweat,
the cross of joy is struck upon
my skin
where white
reflects the shadow of
another color

So Far

tall man coming through the kitchen
has a book on each table
the day opened with work
rolled to a back and carried the food
cooked with tender force
the dish
is a sexy god

Brown Romance

my teeth went into the bone
just below the flesh a river
of sound touched a golden nerve with a beam
the next floor was shaking
i'm not sure but, i think i'm under a spell
above all the love
jazz kept me awake
and the feet of our feet
kept me feeling
for another day
it is not normal
to be this way

Starting The Day With You - M - Return to S & Catch O @ 2 , D is on the line.

your back touch i can't stop
pull the bricks load the truck
carry the weight send the sail
call early
leave early
stay late
drop another date
morning bomb lifted the sky
burning with fire
heed the light of day
another soul lifted to express
the union
in posture a song floats
on to the next one.........

Another Client

pulled at the tongue
laughed all the way into
another lesson with yellow
circling in spirals
above the belly and below the chest
solar side is right
next door is quite
a fish dish
finishing the night
joined
long term
infinite
experience tabled by food
time
shadow
and for the love of it all
sound
take the worry away
spread past another hour
on paper
the lesson collected ambiance

Unconditional Love Is Scarce

how the flesh forms
a liking to the touch
of woman's memory the world love's
when winter's gone
she is still on the other line
taking the call
poised above deceit and threat.
if he should fall short
if his arm has been broken
and his feet are stuck in oil
it is
a woman who opened the door
turned the lights on
and kept the flesh clean.

Seven Hours Later

morning had a taste of soul left over

a buzzing of the felt - sense singing

and my laugh runs the trills of a blue horizon

left to my own contempt

the day moves connected to the wind

on frail bird's feet, 

i arrive with intent
played or observed.

in shades of love

i may or may not return

finally only sounding om

with only a dialog of lions and falling water,

shakti pulls me up

writing, planting, sewing or cooking

flame and fire

return me to the night.

Mother May I?

it came just as union does
with a third person
down the street
an echo

six feet above
arm to mouth and feet together
in a skirt
twirling, looking at the sky
i came
for the song and dance
thank you for carrying me
mother

day of journey
unknown entrance
into a planet of life
still, looking at the sky
here to connect the stars.....

The Fight

stood at the window
on two feet with heart pounding
almost broke a mind
after meeting heartless flesh and bone
who are lost to the struggle

carried by rumor of desire
love got consumed in shades of darkness
i looked them
pierced the eye
lifted love
and walked away

Early Bird

morning inspired me with imagery
of antennas and roots
dancing to the sound of a ring
bell chimes
smile sits
and the session
grew positive

Sometimes You Have To Change Everything

sunshine will be here for all time
policy can change
love is under the current
presidents will change
morning following night
has opportunity raining down
the mountain is taller than the low land
techniques could change
a method must change
the lover
needs change
words appear to
need change
a pocket holds change
tomorrow may change
today's practice is going to change
my mind
imagined a changed leader

ATTRACT

back up, back down
not holding back
oh, my aching back
going back
out back
tasting some new snack
holding thought of Swami
intact
siva kami is coming back
not to mention a sound track
boom
threshold broken
stronghold on Abbot Kinney
a new attraction
could be a reading
forward

BARE

true held arm
like the one inside
with fashion landing on the outside
entered by sleep
another feeling suspended
today
is the flesh of his thought
so black
he forgets
the white of my eyes
land feelings
in a sparkling pond
swimming the pain
fish by lion by tree by earth
bye man