POINT

politics of feeling good
good feeling a talk in politics
NOT.

like bird said, " money don't make cents"

KUNDALINI

it does not come easy by day or leg
withstanding the cluttered minds at my side
falling hearts entangled with barbed kisses
my chance by art
i have blended many material and common thoughts together
given over to irrational winds that prolonged a goodbye
water or stone
and fragile bouquet's standing on end
to speak of truth
for bones settle in cool shadows
against each other under construction
groundation and obligation
with your hand or on wooden flute
stead fast in tongue with scent
here i am pushed into my body by plant and animal
a seat i am sitting
a passenger heart born and worn
gently beating the floor while keeping the crown
of no more than five pounds
positioned and aimed to cut through
sorrow and pain

The Other

they hardly need dishwashers
a great problem then in society
an inconsiderable amount of drop outs
staring at the colors of a garden
don't buy the local big car
the validity of game rules do not apply
not everyone must play
the rule in united states in the sense of confidence
you may try not to be
if you know
what are we going to do
circle around conformity and gates
pounded with sensible clothes that are of no real use
as we have tried it
floated by care and from standing
all people are divine
free and easy hair loves outsiders with wigs
i was making a basic gesture
in adult consciousness
with a baby mind of innocence and pleasant
views of marked behavior
tail bone down and back to principles
of reduction and simplicity
do not panic
allow the sun to rise
and set on my skin
your smile

By Surprise

the horn makes me feel the color
solar by day and metal by night
nature standing aside for the big one
across my back the eyes of night disturbed day

crossed and content or flat with m on my back
breeze
reflection and time
pause
the park
plays me and plays me and plays me
bball and hoop strangers bounce
yoga and
tree
grass

Year's End

just moved to view the window with light for reading
came to listen to the words held up
wiggling towards the mountains and pine
outside
willing bodies move to make rain
watch rain and surface from rain
soaked in Bali's down pour last February
plastic bags adorned women, men and children on scooter
flooded by Monsoon
a concert of plant and people, tire and wall
torrential beginnings
at a distance from here
today i'm a float with balloons and blessings
singing happy birthday by light

from past to future congress weary of waves
from neighbor to merchant
if the language not hold time by present sense
a year later,
i still feel the tracks
leading
and followed by
earth

RESOUNDING

surfacing file for the one in your mind
sounds like warmth
sensations directed to outline this feeling
finding a texture of memory to install
bring down a curtain
find a cure for this part of time
holding the flow of images close
and leaning back with the wind
take a leap across the bush
a mile in scent and scenic places
i need more wood
to keep this fire
and not part

if i plead for the sky to open,
would a bounty of hearts
catch the swing in sound and return to
feel through the bundles
lead us with a perfect scent
and chant down the wet road
lick the willing eye
and never say goodbye?

Build Another Love

kill them softly if they feel over naughty
fool the mighty
and leave some mystery in people's mind
now rooted in soil
around the body one should create the sun
rise for the one
take many across dreamed day's and all their troubled ways
for arms carry and share
spaces float through my hair
spinning the love zone
not knowing where or when
how to do the things that we do
traditionally keeping color from color
and land from land
not until them lift out fear
can one be won

Light From The Dark Matter

i've no feeling for anything
little darling has been put to the sky
some macrobiotic dish could we bare just for the flare
little darling has taken a long road
seems like the path was a detour a long time sitting
smiles may return
letting go of the why and how
if all the people feel
alright with a little
darling
asking the right questions out load
night shadow night shadow
sun here it comes.

Meditation / TAT PRATISEDHARTHAM EKA TATTVA- BHYASAH

silver and gold
through my finger tips
a light
carried by soil
another day ringing the bells
simple for this one is cloudy
round with a filter and coloring
mutated by language
love is in the motion of my face
and any poisonous blow intended
under a pounding moon
a grimacing horror will shake and awake
up lift the tomatoes and potatoes
the unconscious life carries me under
not today, rise with one simple wish,
work among the crows and carry
juice of the nature
with blessing

Lake Tahoe

a particularly good sense
once pines surrounded a hand and foot
an eye and wing of sound shaped
the reflection of morning
with ripe color and smell
union is thriving with penchant blossoming
tossed open by my indebtedness.

ah, love is a voyage with sky and earth
what shadowy memories bound in wood
the roller of my heart
leaping to surrender
breaks up from the landing of skin
another naked arm lifted
tracing a summer's wholeness in sun
tremendous feeling for a found pathway in blood
continued by art and friends
birth and genital spark.

Placerville Ranch

mountain line
followed by the line on your face
your girls mouth

the eyes from south to north
in full reach
could not see as far as the
heart can reach

smell of hay
pushed itself to lumps and bumps
under the skin
a lasting kiss
horses move under the whip

leaning all day on walk
under trees up dirt
your thing talked
past to all ages
late night drink under stars
is where you could find us
history until eight in the morning