Connection is buried in loneliness

Connection is buried in loneliness,
Those seeds that fell from us so joyfully, so effortlessly,
All those times we laughed with friends and family
– and if not them, a curious bird, a rambunctious river, even that stuffy old cloud:
So many seeds we hid for this rainy day of our loneliness.
All we need is to step outside again,
Say hello,
Watch them grow like they are so emphatically wont to do: they call to us.
See how everyone gathers round, sun shining, eyes squinting?
With baskets ready to gather and share,
Kicking up dirt – let’s get muddy, looks like a good rain is coming!
Before you know it – and you do know it –
We forget what we’re doing,
Our branches start shimmering and shaking with love again,
because that’s what we’re emphatically wont to do:
Seeds seeds seeds,
Always so many seeds…

Emptiness is Listening

bodies wandering in space,
feet searching for earth,
(she supports without effort: take note, dear one!)

hearts aching to speak:

“what to do?
how to be?
Do you hear me??”

No answers needed
when presence breathes.


…a gap in time,
fullness held…

Emptiness is listening.
I am just a decoy for love.

Without Remainder

I sit on this throne
suspended in space and time
with nothing to grasp,
hoisted and held
only by the love that emanates
through everything and everyone
without remainder

a royal beggar they have helped me become

to surrender without remainder
to serve without remainder
to leap forth steadfast without remainder
to die without remainder
to breathe without remainder
to live without remainder

a royal beggar they have helped me become
to love without remainder

The rhythm of two

the rhythm of two
the rhythm of two
where there’s a push
there’s a pull

this rhythm of two
this rhythm of two
this electric blending
of me and you

no bated breath:
two bodies in motion
undulating depth


the pulse of
vanishing, dancing
with the pulse of

eyes of this we,
soft and open,
caresses that see,

just the touch of skin
and these hearts let go
in this recognition
of this rhythm of two
this rhythm of two
this rhythm of us

speechless here with you


reality beyond reality
space within space:
the pulse of the universe
seeks sore hearts
reflecting, reminding
we, the time worn
effigies of love,
can never be fully lost:
we are made of this.
we are made of this
we are made of This.