Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dangerously Myself


Oh, yes!
I want to feel dangerously myself,
challenged and challenging,
ready to leap
to the top of the redwood,
that one
with the bare top where I’ll cling to the side
like the pileated woodpecker
tapping out a song,

or soar straight into the sun,
burning with divine light,

or dive into the depths of the ocean,
where the kelp forests sway with the action of the water
sway dreamily, gracefully in and out,
in and out like breathing,

then surge to the surface,
gathering into a great wave
to crash against the rocks
with a fury that sends me spraying into the air
in a great white splash!

Oh yes, I’m dangerous!
Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!
And indestructible,
and beautiful, and wondrous,
and so full of myself
I can hardly stand it.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Two Poems


Song circles
poetry circles
like the seeded circles
of sunflower faces
lift to the light
radiating joy.

This morning
the universe gives me a message
for a loved one on a quest for happiness
Oh how right it feels
if only she could hear me
but I am the wrong messenger I fear.
My messages get filtered through pain
emerge as judgments
her own thoughts so intermingled with mine
so maybe I can send this thought silently
and maybe she will hear it as her own. 

First Signs


Just yesterday
I saw the first sign
of red coiled leaves
new leaves that will soon spread
into lily pads
floating on the water of the pond
red undersides
glossy green tops
all fresh and new with promise
of the blooms to follow
the glowing blooms
softly radiating
pink white golden light.
For now
the promise is enough.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The View From Ramapriya's Window


She sits at the top of the hill
looking out at city, sea and sky.
Below
planes take off and land,
Bart trains and busses,
trucks and cars
carry others about their busy business
while she
sitting with the birds
in the tops of the trees
lives a different pace
sips tea, eats fruits,
ruminates, meditates
processes
creates,
taking in
and giving out.
Being.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Anything Can happen Next


The beginnings of the majestic redwoods
of singing frogs
and dogs
and skunk cabbage
and peonies
and apples
lizards and lions
strawberries and grapes
herons and hawks
and sweet human babies
all from the primordial ooze.
Just imagine…
imagine the transformations.
Imagine all that has been.
How can you not believe in magic?

Imagine what might be next.
Beings of light?
Teleportation?
Pure love?
Free energy from the atmosphere?
Universal peace?
How can you not believe?
Anything …
everything can happen next.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Tapping the Underground stream


Don’t not be sad—
of course you are sad.
Go ahead.  Go there.  Feel it.
Explore the depths of the darkness
but let there be an undercurrent of joy
for in that sadness are the seeds
of something wonderful,
waiting to be born.