Flower

Gazing at
this yellow flower
almost brings me to tears

how could it touch me so,
evoke such
empathy in me.

It strikes a chord in my human-ness
A chord in my heart.

You capture
a little part
of my love.

of my light.

wild,
under the stars
you reach

The coyote howls
and the wolve's footprints are
stamped into the soil
with the seasons,

and all the while
you, little flower
hum
the silent hymns
of being.

Vancouver Bridge

Bridge
you perform a thankless task,
carrying so many people
to work, play and home
all day.

You are a magnificent creation
and I honour you as that.

Yes you are functional
yet also purposeful.
More than robotic
or built by robots.

The conscious intention conceived you.

The conscious intention in all things.

In the absolute meaningless
of inanimate concrete,
like the silent breath
of a mountain,
there is beauty.

No simply 'manmade' beauty;
Godmade beauty.
Vibrating with the mineral asteroids and planets
This bridge deserves to be revelled.

Forgot myself

I forgot myself,
left behind
and in the hell
I suffered.

Caught up
in a place
where my soul
is covered.

Without love
I wallowed.
Into the throat of helplesness
I was swollowed.

Until at last
grace & self love strolled past
and humbly,
I followed.

The Shaman

The Shaman beats his drum
chanting sweet songs to Ayhuasca
illuminated by a single candle

Not even the moon or star light
penetrates the complete darkness
of the Shaman's ceremony tent.

In the blackness he breathes.

A master of all that is
and isn't.

The gatekeeper of our voyage
beyong physical reality.

A perfect being of nature.

Of the earth,

And for the earth.

Your colour

I’m touching you now
feeling for
something
of your colour

A taste of
your light

Searching
fumbling
blindly

for
who you are
under skin

I want to feel you
see you
the essence
of you

The Silent Watcher
in you.

I want feel the hardened walls and edges
of your ego.

If only you will let me peer through the cracks,
through your defenses,

that I might see where
the light of your silhouhette
emanates from…

I want to behold in you
the One Well
of interconnected, everlasting life.

The divine spark
in you.

To my friend Kristin

You are a flower to me
The bright yellow tone
of your smile
is delightful.

The vains of your body
glow green with life.

And you grow
alongside me,
my sister.

There is mystery in your being,
A loveliness
Both subtle and obvious.

It is the subtlety
that I love.

So soft
it could be one with soil, pine wood or stone.

You open your petals
for all to see and smell
the fragrance of your soul.

Transparent as an alpine lake;

You bring grace and humility

to hardness.

In the woods

In the woods I breathe
the breath of life.

Emerged from the desert of the City
dying of thirst,

here my cells, blood, senses
Awaken.
And instantly the insanity
becomes reversed.

The heart of the rocky mountains we approach!
Here my life, no woman can poach.

Protected by the sleeping mountain giants (who are alive)
Here all things harmonious (of air, earth and water) thrive.

‘Cos in the woods
The complexity of thoughts
come undone.

Like watercolours submerged,
From the cleaned blank canvas
emerges the Son.

(Christ arise
as I believe you are:
A son of nature,
the elements,
the shepherd’s star)

For in the wilderness of man
Lurks many a peril!

Yet in the woods
Man’s insanity (all but the green glow of Mother/son spirit)
becomes sterile.

And just as impurities
are filtered
through the salmon’s gill;

In the woods ill-thought is filtered away,
restoring harmony & balance
- nature’s will.