Entry Fee

A thousand drinks of perfection
Things so right they couldn't be wrong

Oh yes there is the pain

What a small entry fee

For the pleasure of watching

A humming bird drinking from a flower
How can things be so perfect

A thousand loving glances

Between a woman and her dog

Age ravaging time

Threatening the abyss of timelessness
So much beauty

My heart beats faster than a humming bird's

Wings

A thousand beats

It's all there in the humming bird's hum

The jazz guitar rift

Ends in a vibrato too short for my heart
The fingers dance too quickly

My heart demands more vibrato

Yet I wonder what would happen if more

Obsession

You were amazingly beautiful
I loved your attention to the Gods in the trees

Your homage was executed with delicate tenderness
For a time all I could see were the dressings

Today I remain amazed by the narrowness of my gaze

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession

I discounted so much for the glint of the dazzle
There were the incongruities

Yet I was beguiled by the illusion

I took the bait and swam with it

I knew better

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession

Today I want to wash your feet

There is part of me that desires them

Yet we both know the perverse in this

It is just that my spirit drips in the water fall

Of passion

I remain bewildered by the primitiveness of my

Obsession

Sitting On A Post

I reside here
There is no where or why
The ocean reflects
While the clouds bleed the light
The sun bleaches my hair
My body lives in a conscious hug
My mind drifts in a watching moment
There is a transcendent time

There is a soft sadness that fixates

My feelings quickly skip into sweetness

Through the ocean waves I can feel kindness

My gaze suspends time

There is a haunting mood
Of endless repetition
There is love
There is transcendent time

There is a sustained note of hah

The sprigs of ocean spray

Hang in the mind's moment

The world heaves and withdraws

I wonder if I'm sitting on a post
I feel embraced

I feel supported

There is transcendent time

Distance to the Top

The music ascended up the stone stairs

It rings into a baroque acquiescence

Sweet with space and resonance

This is where I've come to live

My body is weathered and old

My spirit is crisp with resignation

I only care about the distance to the top

I close my eyes for transition to sight

I am the notes wafting upwards

The treble cleft floats into the ascension
My eyes open as the music drifts

The notes pluck my aw

And I feel my transition

I only care about the distance to the top

I have no idea how long I have been here
My muscles complain

It's just that my heart resists

The floating treble cleft is that intoxicating

I am the distance in the same moment

As I unfold my legs I promise my return

I only care about the distance to the top

Breathing Me

The light of the morning is gentle against the song
The tides trace and caress the shore

The haunting melody assaults my being
I can feel it inside my body
It is almost unbearable as it pumps my blood

My soul is in high tide
Something is breathing me into existence

The panels of light radiate across the horizon

I oscillate in the refracted light

I don't know whether to let go or hold on

Indecision is dissolving into decision

I am not afraid of the poet's destiny
I am compelled by it

Something is breathing me into existence

There is a ladle pulling me into the forever

I am between the local and nonlocal

There is a sweet voice singing to me

It is the light of the beacon
I can feel the telescope of the song

There is nothing that can restrain my peace

Something is breathing me into existence

Trepidation

There is a flapping of the wings
Against the quiescence

My heart's organ plays the melody
Of reverent sadness
There is a surge of hysterical joy
Ravaging my being
There is a pulsating sadness
Silvering my lining

In the mist the bird is the vanguard
He flies as with purpose
His out-stretched wings command the wind
His beak punctures the air

He flies in the direction of the sun's highlight

Soon he is no more

My pulse slows to an unbearable cadence

It is my turn

It is now my fearful moment's intention

The bird remains my focus

There is a great lack of surety in my rhythm
I raise my arms conditionally

The wind sweeps my face with tension
I leap into existence
And there is a great joy as I rise with the sun

I am alive

Forgotten

There is a grave yard here

Long forgotten existence

Long dead trees reaching into the sky

Leafless skeletons bleached in the sand and sun

The sand is red

Old blood

What ever happened here

The remaining woods still reach for the sky

I can see in their silhouette

Their reaching grasp for nourishment
I can see in their dance

Harmony and balance

As I squint through the slits in my head

I can see the skeletons
Covered in hungry green leaves

I can hear the leaves rustle in the wind

I can hear a gentle brook

And I love that there was such life here

Once

Calling to Me

Like love the joy of the universe demands me
Love for another is the springboard into the cosmic ocean
Falling in love is the passage way
The cry of the sad love song
Is both telling and damning
Love exists then it doesn't
It is transitional

If we love with every fiber of our being
When the inevitability of loss permeates us
Our cries and tears
Open the gates of heaven
In the dissolution
We morph into the nexus
There is no recapitulation

Some of us get lost in the fog
Our hearts were so full of intoxication
We can't imagine more
Eventually replacement love is not an option
All that remains is universal love
This love is unending
This is the morph

Without Time

I have considered the Lilies of the field
I love that they neither toil nor spin
They are beautiful in their essence
Their scattered petals divine nourishment
My palette is rapturous
In the most gentle instance
The love in my heart

Soars

I have burned up past and future
I know what it means to be in the immensity
My heart has hung on a passing star
I have done the dance of the Dervish
My soul has telescoped to the sweetness
I have spun into suspension
I know the gateway into God
Now

If not now when
For the present the flowers of the field

Comprise my heart

The sunlight bleeding through
The petals
The rain being absorbed

Through their stems is

Being

Die Unto Death

When the unthinkable becomes thinkable

You are the sunset on the horizon

From the precipice of conundrum
There is a sorrowful wind in the canyon

Which envelops and measures our transcendence

It either rejects or validates us

We live or we die

This for some of us is our destiny

To cross here means we have come to the end

However one gets here

There is judgment here

There is divine intervention here

Or not

We live or we die

As someone who has said no more

And embraced the dissolution of being

As someone who has lost everything

I now live in nothing

Yet I have everything

I am the beauty of the sunset on the horizon

We live or we die

Dedicated to my dear friend: Yakuti

Becoming

I came from a sea of masks

A morass of illusions

I existed in the past and future

I felt wondrous in dreams

I felt horror in the disconnect

One day I lost concern

My being surfaced

I found a space in the between

of scissoring currents

I lifted my head into the

Golden mist of the surreal

In the next moment

The hue of my complexion was

Compassion

There was the music of the moment
At first it was gentle
Then it was escalating

Colored with a kind demand
I could feel the strings of my heart

Being tugged into a swoon
I wanted nothing else

Agony

Your face is a crown resting on the surface

Flowers and leaves frame your mask of acquiescence

I can feel the Adagio in G minor spilling from your eyes

You look through me into lost innocence

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

I destroyed those loving eyes with infidelity

It was a dalliance I argued

I hadn't been prepared

For your unbelievable catatonia

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

Who prescribed agony for love's violation

Did I fell you with my ignorance

Will I ever gaze into your loving eyes again

I can't breathe of my person

I

Mouthed I am sorry

But you're deaf to me

No Butterflies

It is a black and white afternoon

The sun bleeds between the blinds

Your eye lashes flicker in the light's flutter
Your pale breast heaves in the slatted sunlight

Your fingers trace the silk of your hair
You yawn back into slumber
I wait for your muscles

To contract into your grace

There is a smile of gentle pleasure

As you see and understand

The ecstasy of my moment

It is one of those moments of verve
That provide color and texture

Confidently you cross the room to me

Your warm hand caresses my cheek

The butterflies of spirit radiate

The sun bleeds across the room

My mind bleeds what was

And I miss it so much

It was these times without words

It was these times without sounds

It was these times without statements

It is this time as I nuzzle into your empty bed

That my spirit misses the butterflies