#352. sisyphus

August 12, 2010

too fleeting joy
the stone rolls back
down the hill
i run
no
king
but a slave
with only good death
to save me

green shoot
growing in the diamond
sand learning healing
dancing smoke
in the wind off the sea

#262. home brewed

May 14, 2010

fire roars
sound of hot
water banging
merrily against
a round steel kettle
the rustle of tiny golden
leaves sprinkled exactly
into the strainer a bouquet
silently and sweetly awakens
the air before the whistle calls
you into the kitchen to gather cups
and cookies to pour and steep our tea
in the beautiful japanese clay and bamboo
pot

gentle evening of our universe
murmurs home

#242. hearth

April 24, 2010

in the glisten of evening
my girls return my spirit
to the life that remains
mine to share

water slaps
earth groans
metal squeals
wood creaks
flame snaps

#234. Jin Xing

April 16, 2010

pure sheen
brave shine
reflecting
light gold silver
flame from earth
and the water
collects courage
gathering bamboo
in the autumn
decline

#233. Shui Xing

April 15, 2010

stormy
river runs grey
foam blue water
wearing shores
of stone and earth
down to sand and silt
passing from fear to calm

water at the bright surface is
the same as in the dark deep

#232. Huo Xing

April 14, 2010

fire
the gift
is sparking
the flame is
enough to warm
the blossoms tasting
the fragrance of creation
flickering in the light of life
laughing

the story
so often dreamt
and lived
to share
while grieving
is the gift.
what has been taken
is still dreamt
and shared
between
lovers and friends.

the red dream is
to let your lover’s eyes
go deep
and when you do you are lost
and found.

#167. Sunflower Gift

February 8, 2010

Thanks
for the sunflower gift.
The embodimentof a healing aura
which will dazzle me
if I let it
if you
let it.

The sunflower gift
purple status and shifting greens
and yellow too.
Where’s the rose?

It is your key
that only you may hold.

wierdo
dipping in the bright flow hence
i reach back to you writer crossing
the river on the misty steamer planking
to fulton we slice and dip through the spirit mist
and i pluck a gift for myself for this
and the glimpse of my place in it.

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