Naturally Collapsing

another generation lifted with hope
painting new murals of clouds raining on us
fair to all
planting organic and yelling out of love fashioned by hate
those rules don't fit us anymore
striping myself down by light
for the planet for the farmer for the food
i'll work with worth
not necessarily keeping step with order
of a hand shake or contract
finger guide and partner for now
texture for music and business on site
available to us daily.

across calendar days and Jefferson's ways
you may sift a word into a screen and then wait for your dream
new reason in freedom
blowing in the arts on bare breath and hair
i'll catch San Francisco's Golden Gate fair
since
congress is late with yesterday's date
collapsing by telephone, the cell is gone
ringing out another wet flood by street, a bucket
handed down consuming each fellow being,
stay with me. play with me. rattle and roll with me.

ADAPTATION

absorbed in the glory of wind
yard after yard of all that is planted
should the sensations of change be toppled out of reach
by fence or gate
of taller season's the rain would run
blending my skin and the sky's screen into one
only untouchable things of the world
were weathered with salt
standing on the bottom of the sea bed
light gave me air
gave us nothing less than power and steam
i've changed with the hour
my shoes
and taste for mushrooms
on another plate with sauce
humidity is measured by the potency of moisture
and temperature has left my skin of body asleep
waiting to be turned over
elongated by spine and foot
stepping into the future
with screen in hand and mind a float

The Snail

the snail having time
along and along with shell and air
so slow,
having touched so much
shadow
and rain falling from above her pain
a reflection
of time
absorbed in a minute
of speed
no one may lead
or follow
snail.
where moisture is deepest
snail has traveled
in spring
winter soaked
her shoulders came out to play
on with time
turn away.

The Day Night

rose around my feet like waters on the street
climbed my dress with feverish scent
pulled my hair just to show
the hour was not mine, i let go.

clear as night leans into stars
between sleeves, rung a line of tongue
i strung to tether the thought with bow and arrow
please take your time
for morning
mist and afternoon silence
follow me into the night of day
weathering a thirst for today.

the mind body

WATER

when it rains
emerald discovers the land
the soil is scented with flowering eyes
turn where you can will a leap forward
reach out to the wind with hand and face
fellowship of friends gather in collection
go forth with new discoveries of insect color
wet in laughter on the border
honeymooners go forth from underground
drive with care
a lively bottle standing
earth is stretching
promise to mend the mud and rescue the floating
rich lend
fresh green with life
newly risen seed
plant in staircases of depression
build beside the old reflection of trees standing tall
from cloud carrying gifts of mirror and moisture
unit the weather with footsteps
drenched in love
the body is saved

A Corrupt Time

public diplomacy considers peace
negotiable
with contention backed
day after day the legs of my seat
are supported by chair
where
is the protection of our social security
bundled in credit and someone's dream
a good neighbor was frisked in the day
to hold the essence of time
in a tulip
people find more respect
in the secrecy of their thoughts
everyone hopes the government would
find peace

Hang Out

the bell fell down

came crashing to earth seconds after
i passed on
a huge thing
having absorbed all these visions
cast in bronze and words of tone
insurance surely
ringing in silence
smothered by a lambs conversation
put out to vibrate
premature seedling sitting above the soil
turning
the hair on arm pink in reflection
watch with snail speed
and silence from counterparts
lead my tears under my adrenal glands
feeding gravity with blood lines
strangely in comfort with ease
safety has been pounced by tongue and cheek.

waiting for visitor's with umbrella in hand
and soaked to the skin
with applications for tomorrow
not clapping or yelling
crackling,
meditation circling
news ignite.

EVERYWHERE

walking on point and assailed by butterflies
to hand and foot a folded bill
caught in the sunlight
this time was for me to see
each moment threads each secret to life
found
lost
scattered feelings gathered by wind
and settled by dreams
blue one's with propitious wings
and landing on knee
throw your hair
join and rise and rise again
the dish is delightful
taste liberation

Weather and Land

the poet's death is her life
she has torn the blood free from her flesh
of mind,
only another can touch the character in deed
this height by volume has no cord
of the sky
i have fallen with tear
disposed of any possibility for union
touching lightly is of no measure
the usual things remark in response to rain
the day after
quite hope
leaking a faithful love of her landscape
land standing soul wet
washed over bodies who've died on course
incapable of large design
and factual truth
her gowns have no length and bare vines
hand apart
bound with briers in lap
who pronounces the world
again,
a holy place.

Ask Myself

the seated body
rose from the mind

tasting a cool light
and watching the shadows of voice
locked behind obscured replications in book
a feeling sunk to bone

a voltage going along wall to wall of water
where sea urchins tumble in delay
put on land by back and hand
piling story on top story
around them,
civilization unfolds
a comb of song and skin

the limitless air
blows my curly hair this way and that
lightness of time and thunder of heart
to seek the color of fruit
and feel the pulse of plant

the body gives way to truth

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.