Into the Soul - Spiritual Poetry

These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Yearning for Something Wet

thrice I came to you
bearing gifts of
precious oil and
good tidings:

sweet air and dusty feet

the mountains are
prisms of grass
turning pure
white light water
into rainbow

lining the bottom
of every laughing
gurgling stream

what were once
sun-tormented rocks
for something


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