over the river

i become

the forest

over the river

i become

and go


#529. walk before bed

January 20, 2012

off season
the river and the moon
paint me in night in chill wind chime
out on the pier thrusts my walking mind
upon the harbor one ghost sail raised for home
the planks the pilings the broken tangled gear weathered 
seen off through gathering fog by myself and the golden hound

#526. transit

January 6, 2012

the wind turns the river dark
holding hands on the graceful bridge
stone you fly and bring our shores together
vigilant brooklyn heights manhattan shines beside thee

you and i ride
hold our bags
a pearl
around on
the winter
subway floor

#525. kokoru

January 5, 2012

imagine on mud made beach
voices of human birds
devolution body songs
ash returning to life oceans
pearl shell and shimmer
fish fighting with wind
cast about for tenderness

the river is still in its course today
she rolls softly and enfolds this string
in the multiverse with a quiet song now
on the open flow to whatever sea dreams us 
forward the river is still in its course wherever
it sings flowing open soft forward in string dreams

#518. sixth element

December 28, 2011

for me
arbitrary time
another sweet starlit year
within the vast pale pearl moment
river smoke willow clay woven in the wind
within the vast pale pearl moment
another sweet starlit year
arbitrary time
for me

#515. heart arrow

December 25, 2011

quiet town
the sound of the rivers
especially melodic and entuning
time is always sweetest in the morning
with you

#514. strung out

December 24, 2011

cold and still
in the canyons tonight
the wind pierces by the river
struggling with my simultaneous selves
all of my moments are lost until by memory
they are desired

#512. three eves before

December 22, 2011

eyes below the river path
between the detritus sculptures
catching fire on the narrow ledge there
the low murmured song of homeless seekers
after shelter after finding a way to occupy december
night tonight and all the nights through holy breath and death
all is unknown except this broken glass ornament

#508. sestina of the path

December 18, 2011

today i am walking with the river
the bodhisattva ghosts
are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
in the clear smoke
i think in light

today i am walking with the light
across the elemental river
out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
and my clear mind thinks of time
drifting the bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the elemental light
within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing the ghosts
silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the clear deep music
the element of ghosts
clearly causing the silent voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying the drifting deep time
silently taking in the light
is bodhisattva even in the smoke
the voice of elemental music
thoughts from the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are the smoke
takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in bodhisattva light
voice of this  river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

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