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!)

Sunday, January 14, 2007


Maybe we'll find it:

that one choice

that one
of a choice

that clear

"I will go THIS WAY!"

And the invisible
crowd roars

and some beautiful
woman or man
hands you
the award

Forgotten friends
and neighbors
out of

"Ya know,
I always thought they would make it...
Just somethin' about them."

The yearning
for stardom

is the memory
of the stardust
we came from

a faint
of being a light
that could be seen
all the way
across the

But look at us now!

Strange bodied creatures

Sticky and awkward

so specific

with a name

and strong political views

wandering a planet

searching for something...

soft and tender
diffused light

that can now be held

by another's

Thursday, January 04, 2007

and then peace said

"My most precious child
the war is over...
the war is over."

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


With a tongue
wet with kindness

and a heart blessed
with eternal sunshine

I speak these words to you

withstanding all
life has to offer.

I billow in wineskins of reverie
remembering that white light
cadence we all sprang from

before we were flood into orbit

before we became a nationed Earth.

I tell you this,

I will chalice myself
upon the parched dried
lips of the Christ
inside of you

and feed myself to you
in words and sweet songs

until your Urkraine
and Denmark

and Great acres of Kansas
all resonate in unison

with the words


OK, Try This...

It all began like clear glass -
a reflection without
anything yet to reflect

the meandering meadows
were the first to arrive.
blazing flowers -
marigolds and whisps of lavender

white snow-flecked petals
gave way to what we now
refer to as "morning"

It was Tuesday,
to get specific -
although the term "Tuesday"
wasn't yet coined

then I appeared

not so much "appeared"
as realized I was standing there

ahhh yes,
taking in that first sweet morning -
the sun "just so" in the sky

and a thought of oceans

yes! "oceans!"

then a huge tale overtook the foam, breaching

a "whale"

although he referred to himself as "Ned"
back in those days.

There was just one of him, you understand

in fact, the concept of more than one of
any animal wasn't something that
occurred to me until much later

still, I can't say much
for the world back then...

no ferris wheels or shopping malls

no complicated plot structures or
wicker furniture

no multi-attachment bagless
water-based vacuum cleaners
invented by some guy
with a thick indiscernible
Eastern European accent

not even the concept of "eastern" existed yet

We're talking "way back"

Still though, the essence was there -

and a determined desire to manifest something
out of nothing.

And Love...

Yes! Love was there.

She's pretty much the one that got it all rolling

In fact, there's this little kind of "trick" I know...

Ya see,
Love always leaves a little "calling card"
to ensure her presence was noted -

although, most tend to overlook the obvious

all that is needed is a little quieting down --
becoming still - where ever you find yourself...
just focusing on that space in between thoughts -
in between you and everything else

that place where "I" becomes "other"

the place where "I" stops being "I"
and just is

yes, I think you've got it!

Now, just stay right there...


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