“The Middle of the Night”

Sometimes I get out of bed

in the middle of the night

just to listen to the silence

That velvet batting

muffling the world for a few short hours                   

so I can hear my heart think

How do I love thee?

let me count the ways

my delight is poured through

the sieve of your being

in you it becomes willingness

then joy, peace too

How does it happen

my beloved child

I love you

then miracle of tantalizing joy

you love me

we are once more

Life and Love

back to back

in a roomful of star dust

glinting, squinting

against our collective glory

afraid to open both eyes

until all remember

the home breath

reveals the truth

I am home now

for I never left

now

It is all here

in the silence

for anyone to hear

who wakes up

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“Brithday Blues”

She’s right.
I do do everything
at last minute.

Her tears were my own.
I, too, hated the idea
you can’t always get

what
you
want

and here we are again,
gathering at last minute
the ingredients for celebration

of the birth
of our dear one.

Isn’t there a better way
to celebrate
what is

than by clinging
to what
is not?

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“Along for the Ride”

What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I plan ahead
for the things I love?

Is this a challenge
of cross purposes
in my head and heart

or am I shying away
from the unleashing
of real happiness?

What if I let happiness
go its own way
and I just went along for the ride:

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“A Babe in the Garden”

In a few minutes
it will have been fifteen years

since she arrived in the world,
a babe in the garden, again.

The sweetness from whence she came
still lingers and pooles,

eddying around her as a tide.
She has never quite believed

all I told her about
“How Things Are” and

I think she knows the secret
about this land of dreams.

but having fallen in love
with stories and their telling

long ago–she will
stay until the end

enjoying every character,
event and scene in the drama

of her own making.

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“One For All”

I guess what I really want is the truth.
The truth about peace. The truth of family.
The truth in work, time, space and politics.

I have lost my taste for illusions, I think,
and I want celebration from the heart
with or without candles.

I want work from my center
that captures and sets free inspiration
to you from me.

I want a world that makes sense
and a day that is not overfilled
I want the heart of my family, not just

their agreement or help or words.
I want the stillness inherent in all things
to join my memory again now.

I guess what I am trying to say is
I want Heaven
and I want it now.

And lest this sound churlish
and self centered I will add–
I want it for all.

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“Still Life”

Let the stillness

become my center again

meet me there will you

and we can bask in the light

of one another

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“Desire”

 

Why can I think of 100 reasons
something can’t or shouldn’t be done,

and struggle to think of why
a thing can or should be done?

Could I be asking
the wrong questions?

Maybe can and can’t and should
and shouldn’t are unimportant.

What’s left, then, after the
raucous circus troop of can can’ts and should shouldn’ts?

Desire.

Pure. Real. Attractive.

“And He shall give you
the desires of your heart.”

That’s all the matters.

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“Flying Blind”

I am flying blind
in a storm of my own making.

How can I ask for guidance
or a homing beacon?

What I really need, it seems,
is the formula to quit creating storms

or to learn to love the excitement
of flying blind.

Woo hoo!

Still,

I don’t much care for flying
and blindness isn’t all that.

Now what?

Peace,

for that is all there really

is.

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