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.

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.

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.

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.

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.