forward through
memories to come
clearly

open to the sky
brothers still brothers
our moments are ours
shared sharp sure

brothers no matter
the present
our childhood remains

#225. a glimpse

April 7, 2010

the day
has twisted
my thoughts into tempests
thwarted desires
lead me to the foot
of the bridge
my stone
is worn smooth
by the quiet noise
of the Endless
river

in the going
and coming
the from and to
my spirit soars freely
visiting all the moments
it has ensphered
in the Endless
space time realm

the traces
and the faces of memory
clarify

subway
thou art
riding me to my homepage.
i am the electron
banging thru
the worldwide
with the ghosts
of new york.

see them now.

humble aware laughing
everyday informing
me thru the dark
underground surf.
speaking jostling crowds
of ghosts recognize
me as a trace
a shade in their life
a face in their book
as we connect
they fill in
my moments
in the Endless
subway ride pome.

#191. a moment ago

March 4, 2010

a moment ago
the car was so full

jostled people exit
an old woman falls
gathered by the herd
and gone

now there are only two of us left
no strangers
fingers folded laced
a newspaper

soon last stop
brooklyn bridge
everyone must leave the train
brooklyn bridge
all us ghosts remain

#153. sara

January 25, 2010

the job
has me
in the bones
but the smile
the moment
with you
has my back
and forth i go again.

floating
on the wave
slipping below
the line.

we applaud
that which has just passed
to extend the moment
that was.

the unborn ghosts
of time ensphere us
making us late
when we show up early.

the thing
about bubbles
is that they almost never
always last.

confined by time
we are liberated by the power
of the moment.

break the ice
on the surface of the water trough.
the goat
is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn
don’t want to share.

this snow pea weather
snaps my amygdala
across time

i am wide eyed

staring up through ice
at grey beard me

#103. Confined By Time

December 6, 2009

confined by time
we are liberated by the power
of the moment.

break the ice
on the surface of the water trough.
the goat
is thirsty this morning
and the horses in the barn
don’t want to share.

#65. Step One

October 29, 2009

The tide rushes out
so does care and pain
all need to maintain mastery
evaporates
dew from grass to wind.

The deep blossomed flower
accents the bees probing
need without loss of self
actually benefits thrives
gains through loss.

An inner flame glows unattended
burns as a star when cultivated
fed with life’s debris
needing recognition to flower
rather than smother.

Hold a dandelion puffball in your palm
the wind controls
holding tight crushes the frail life
an open hand loses the fragile cathedral
but guarantees the radiant fearless moment.

Turn over and over the benefit
of the loss of control of the loss
of loss a gift for health life
and the gain of all to follow.

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