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Meditation We cannot trap the sunshine or capture love, maybe for a minute or a night but Time sitting in the saddle of Ch...
till we can see this is the only place our enemy Time cannot enter to steal our sunshine and our love.    January, 2007
Auto-da-F   To trust in God requires my heart be burned. Year after year, I am led up the steps I hammered   nailed, mista...
Every other couch on which I beg to lie and rest is consumed in the roar of the blaze.    1999
Hi Again When, naked and empty, I am delivered from busy streets into the quiet city of death, I will cry, I will be frigh...
Birthday Poem 2012  Somehow   with dancing feet   an open heart   and a quick prayer I have played against death and won t...
In these last twirls around the    oor,    oh God the feel of your sweet breasts as we turn  let our laughter and our song...
The Canons of Forgiveness I want a pestilence to ravage the world, a contagion to drop from the stars, plague the drinking...
the keen scalpel of a closed heart to cut and heal forgiveness. In the madness of our disease let us release the murderers...
our soul, release everyone who quarantines our heart, to protect us from the infection of love, the contagion that bends o...
Come, God   Come, God. Enter my darkness and pour yourself upon me, the fallow    eld, parched of tears and seed. Reveal y...
Cottonwood for Sarah The Cottonwoods, pouches split by flakes of early Summer sun scatter clouds of seed and dance the Eas...
the sky sang when I watched from the church childhood builds. This morning the song returns and races the smell of grape f...
it is the seed of the Cottonwood that chimes the deepest tone within my childhood   s heart.  Come, sharp Summer sun and s...
among the poplars days from now in the clasp of some island   s fertile ground.  I can feel it. I can. Sometimes when I pr...
with the soft seed of the cottonwood and the cloud drifting out over the lake. In sweet flight we   ll float, over all the...
Fox Hole Atheist Its not who I pray to when I   m gutted by loss, or pinned against the rusty blade of my own mistakes. It...
God-Flow I accept your love, God. I accept. Flow, Pour into me though the passage be blocked with rock. Cut it  Gouge a pa...
to feed upon the foliage of your love   2012
God   s Ambition The priest is queer. The Rabbi   s dour. The preacher   s greedy. The Imam   s angry. The Buddhist llamas...
In every Cathedral there   s one Seeker dropping tears of ecstasy tickled by the touch of God.  In every Synagogue there  ...
In every meditation one Bodidsatva stands in the field of a thousand Buddhas tossing galaxies from the Nature of her Mind ...
past noon till our hearts turn to gulls and fly beyond the color of the sky.    2008
I Love Your Beard... Your Breasts I know, God you don   t have a beard, you don   t have breasts, you don   t play music a...
Oh God, I hear your music and since my little mind will never attend this prom... Let   s dance.     April, 2014
Just Jump  Can you hear the tears  Why  Why is everyone secretly... overtly... Weeping  Actually, I know the answer to tha...
You can fast you can pray five times a day you can go to church confess take communion read the bible daven meditate do yo...
and... your wings will sprout.    2014
Lite Me Up Oh God  Oh God  Protect me  Protect me when your hand, as broad as the sky, comes crashing down upon my head fl...
the million other ribbons of distractions I weave into the basket of my life. OK God  How    bout this as a solution  Just...
Monsoon The summer winds of what him and her and all our neighbors dance with all their lives will never light the path to...
blow, destroy all the knowledge we have sucked through straws dipped in the visions of the blind, all the music we have li...
Sabbath, For Catherine I woke this morning paused only a minute, ate a tiny slice of peace, sipped a thimble of light, jum...
of butterflys, cobalt blue wings and eyes as gold as daffodils. I broke up the plow and made a drum. We danced, stepping a...
Salmon How do I know, death will not come and steal the candy I have stored to sweeten every day  and, What does the Salmo...
drinks a thousand miles of rocks and roaring waters, blows a tune of joy in the silver whistle of his last race up the wat...
in the canyons of my heart. If I but relax, walk out of the bank, leave my lathe, dismount my ambition, and finally, final...
and in the silver and the running rain I dance upon the clank and the chains of the sleepless night.    2006
Socrates Speaks to the Children Never  Trust your Teacher, your Preacher, the Politician, the Rabi the TV, or the Cop. Tru...
Your Parents, your Friends, Spouses, Lovers, old women and merchants need you cold to sprinkle your ash to dry the ink of ...
in the prison of their own loss only understand the sentence life handed to them. That   s all they know. Remember, when t...
Fan the ember of Spirit to flame Shine your way out the doom the Blacksmiths of custom hammer day   night to weld your lif...
Unconscious Sword Life as it stepped, unimagined, from the trees plunged a sword into my heart.  It hurts, but does not fr...
Up and Down the Lilac Ladder There is a ladder woven of violets and lilacs from our garden that runs from heaven down to m...
up and down the lilacs and the daffodils running like little children who have gleefully stripped off their clothes in and...
Which came    rst... We feel the glory and feel it and feel it and then struggle to    nd a name to pull it closer and to ...
Yearning  Autobiography   Now, as sure as Hades cannot hear the sound of joy, new snow has begun to fall on all the footpr...
I toss it all for just a taste, just a tiny shiver from the sweet breath that lights the dawn   I would do differently if ...
is wide enough to acquire the light that breaks the grasp of night unless God grabs my minutes like an egg cracks me open ...
You the Queen who sprinkles nectar on the tongues of butter   ies have knocked me to my knees, cut the tendons of my will ...
A Bird is not a Dump Truck  We were made to    y. Why do you think it is so dif   cult here on the ground  You know  the w...