Breath

Creating

Forming meaning

Are we

                                                                                               Isolated 

                                                    Independent 

Solitude

Within the process

Going within

Deep
Unexplored place

Twisting 

Grappling and wrestling

                       Searching and exploring

No assistance can tell 

In the end

The path

The words

The sounds

Yet…

Transformation occurs

We let go

Suddenly

It is ours no longer

                        A floating balloon

                                       Far beyond our grasp

Do intentions count?

In some hidden space

Is there a record kept

Or are the rights signed over?

The deed                           transferred

                                                     Is it both

A conversation

                                                 A dance

When done with skill

Balance

Life

Equilibrium within ebb and flow

Creation 

                      Ruach over the waters

Reserved

There is a string

A cord that binds

There is a land

Just a corner

That is reserved,

Protected

A piece of soul

There is a part of self

Sectioned off

In this land,

This place

Gentle terrain

Protective hedges

Warm springs that burst to overflowing

No markers

No maps

No lines

One tug

And I’m undone.

A Gift

I have something to give

But it is

Uncontainable

But able to be housed

In many dwellings simultaneously

Yet given to one

Unable to be seen

But able to be shown

Indescribable and layered

Yet basic

Even a child can grasp it

Although many an adult fails to

Easier to give

Than to receive

I stretch out my hands

Open

Full

Come and receive

Lost

Lost my heart

A little at a time

Line by line

Bit by bit

Soul touched soul

Pulling me further and further

One timid step after another

Until I was flooded

Overwhelmed as it hit me

Taking me aback

Leaving me breathless

The constant startling surprise

That when my hand reached out

There would be something there

Something new starting to push out

Up from the ground

Still hesitant and shy

But feeling the warmth

Letting myself uncurl

Learning to enjoy basking in the glow.

Of Leaves and Water

Of Leaves and Water

Walking down a path

Watching

The turning leaves

Caught in a fresh breeze

Go down to the river

Immerse

Scrub

Is it enough?

Can it be enough?

Clinging remnants

Plunge again and again

Till your bones ache

You are certain

“Good fences” is the creed.

But the trespasser comes

Particles

Dirt

Ash

The cycle has to begin again.

The new leaves.

Exodus

Exodus

Confusion

Looking for truth

Is there right?

Groping blindly

The ground shifts

Shadows multiply

Running

Trees gnarled and broken

Jagged path

Hard to keep foothold

Destination unknown

The pale lunar glow

Fades in and out with the clouds

Fleeing in the night

An exodus

No time to leave thoughts to rise

New lands

The Hunted

The Hunted

Paint and feather

Put it together

Bit by bit

Dress it up

Take it out

Turn it up

The lights

The music

The noise

The Other

Dance

Twirl- faster and faster

Leap- higher and higher

                                                                                         The Other

fasterandfasterandfasterandfaster

higherandfasterandlighterANDLOUDERANDLOUDERANDFASTERAND HIGHER

                                                                                                            The Other

The Other

The Other