don't move   

stay right here    can you?

this is where it is    right here

don't go anywhere   if you can

this is it    there is no way around 

everything you want   is here   now

nothing can replace   you   a no thing

if you are looking   okay

if you aren't looking    okay

but there's no destination 

no satisfaction   ever 

away from here    nothing's going to happen 

though   it may seem to   move and change

it's just here    nowhere else

forever  now   is the savior 

         stay with me

can you?



home again
   and again
the place I never left

people die
hearts get broken
the bumps and bruises
of life have their way

it's all so profoundly embraced

there is nothing that
wants it to be different

as it is
so it is

full on engagement

even as I move
   to change
   to create
   to mourn
   to ponder

no preferences
doesn't mean
not caring

doesn't mean

deeply accepting
whatever appears
is my nature, no
on or off switch

nothing wrong
with the dive into humanness
the rise from ignorance
the blissed-out nothingness
or the dogma of no one

it is ALL saturated with love,
steeped in assent

there is no one

here we are
   living and
   loving and
   hurting and


have I got it yet?
am I ok?

I ask you,

would want
   to deny



She ripples and taunts,
she slides and shimmers,
a moving foundation,
ungraspable, intoxicating.
Speaking in indigo, she
comes without warning,
silent shining grace.

The color of wonder,
she looks like hope

We want to touch her,
but cannot.  
She swallows our eyes,
and we thank her, we
ask for more, try to 
capture luminous
presence in a box.

She twinkles her approval,
then disappears, leaving
us drugged with violet

LIke an oceanic flower
she emerges, new, 
and we remember 
who we are, again.


Neptune has moved house.
The purple green sea is
upside down, dotted novas
 lighting  his new kingdom.


Love Letter

When it comes to
the question of you,
the answer is always


And sometimes your no
is the biggest yes
of all.

You are held,
in all ways,
in tsunami tears
and rolling laughter,
emptiness spilling
over your edges.

You are that full

   of no thing.

You can never
be denied love -
never !

Because love you are.

Every ache, every contraction,
every resistance
is the cosmic embrace,
spouting warm
velvet tears -
or maybe
fiery raging power bolts.

No matter what happens,
you are the preferred,
      the accepted,
              the beloved.

This deep, deep sustenance
is simply itself,
through you, as you,
beyond inseparable,
so that
saying "you" simply becomes
a shocking smile, 
the explosion 
of gushing
fragrant isness.

Your music is tasted,
your colors heard,
danced to, each
texture of you
nuzzled, taken in.

There is nothing wrong

         with you.

You -

are so, so right.



I am the discomfort
and the desire to get rid of it

I am the welcoming
turning to face myself
again and again

I am the letting go
and the tenacity of lingering

future plans ride on my coattails

satisfied and unsatisfied
I hunger for what
constantly feeds me

twisting myself inside out
knotted or lithe
I find myself unchanged
in my delight


what isn't?

we could say the story, maybe

a label slapped on an illusion,
it is, and it isn't

what isn't?  can we find anything
that isn't?

all isn't
and yet, there only IS

so what isn't doesn't exist,
because there is....

           some      no -    thing


what is it?

what isn't it?

all our knowing of what is
and what isn't
collapses in being
unprovable truth



When you came knocking,
brandishing sharp pangs,
I thought I had to ignore you,
deny, or destroy you.

At best, I thought I had to 
make you disappear,
willingly and softly, 
trailing rose petals.

What can I say?
Beliefs are hilarious.

Instead you were welcomed,
as none other than
this Love.
Gut wrenching and heart aching
your way through the mist
of certainty,
finally listened to, accepted
as my own -
shame and glory both
invited to the party.

Instead of rose petals,
you dug in deeper and
gifted me with wildflowers- 
indiscriminate bloomers,
sudden sun saluters.
What is this peaceful 
meadow, but the resting
place of the unwanted?

I used to think that pain
said something true about me,

but it doesn't.

I used to think there was unlove,

but there isn't.



Time moves in me,
but I don't move in time.

Life expresses in me,
as me,
and I am more than Life.

The ocean flows in me,
I am the ocean, too.
The ocean cannot be,
without me.

I am this flowing, this
vibrating love, and
I don't move an inch.

You come to me,
and leave me,
in me - so
I am with you,
as me.

I never go anywhere,
anywhere comes to me,
and I am anywhere.

Beauty shines,
and I am that, too.
And I am more.

I never stop
I'm eternally fresh

I never move
I'm always here

What is
what is?