Sunday, March 5, 2017

Possibly...

Hold on to possibility
Release and release and release again
Until all that we have 
has been
 transformed into all that we need
Until all that we need becomes all that we have
Plant the seeds of future growth
In the fertile soil of today’s preparation
Be here now
Now be here
Be
Here
Now
Until now is then
Until then is held in the palm of the hands of now
Until all that there is
Is present
Choosing the path that is going the direction travelled
And going the direction the path is travelling
Possibility is the seed of all that is
The seed that encodes the very growth of my future
That holds the heartache
The laughter
The jubilance
The terror
The entire essence of my being
The cusp of the pass
The turning points of good and bad choices
The culmination of
Ecstatic weeping
Desperate rejoicing
And angels dancing on heads of pins
Until there is nothing more to do than gather the fruit of who I am
Harvest the propagations of expectations
That have combined into an amassed silo of Be-ing
To sift through and discover the seeds of possibility
To sow into the future path of forever

Monday, February 6, 2017

Dark Ally

1.25.15
“Darkness can be an ally.” -Chaparral

Dark Ally

I sit atop an open tower cloaked in Darkness.
Deep in my heart is only night,
  fear runs a finger down my spine,
and a shiver moves my soul.
I yearn for light
       but darkness stretches
              as far as I can see.
I open my mouth
to shout a defiant yell.

      Instead,
the darkness
     muffles
 the sound and
      pushes it,
          
 pushes it
     
        back
            down.

I choke on the blackness
  that begins to fill me up.

I consciously pause…

hold the dark in my mouth…
 
                                 refusing to drown.


And suddenly,
  I am aware of a spark on my tongue,
a dark shimmer
 that infuses my being.

 I pull those sparks
      deeper
into my being.
              Absorbing ever more of the darkness,
the darkness carrying silver,

until I can hold no more.


And still,

I push down
    and compress,

                         compress it all,
            to make more room.

Until I realize,
 it needs to come back out 
and I

Explode.

I explode with fireworks of sparking dark,
spreading the Milky Way
  in
     a
        path.

In a path back to the edge of time, where I stand.

I stand atop an open tower,

            throwing off a cloak of Light.

        

Thursday, February 2, 2017

I am

I am light, beauty, tranquility, truth.
BUT…

I am also darkness, ugliness, turmoil, deceit.
BUT…

                I am growth, joy, comfort, life.
                                BUT…

                I am also decay, sorrow, pain, death.
                                And…
                                I am anger, fear, sobbing, doubt.
                                BUT…

                                I am also delight, courage, laughter, hope.

I am all that is good, all that is evil, 
                                  all that builds up, all that destroys.

                I stand at the center of paradox,
                                Every day.

                I choose one or the other,
                                                Every moment.

                I contemplate hurt or healing,
                                                                Every breath.

Who I am.

Who I was.

Who I will be.

I am hatred, disgust, scorn, envy, and revenge.
AND…
I am love, sympathy, delight, pleasure, and forgiveness.

I am everything and nothing, the beginning and the end.


I am the seed of endless possibility, 
                                       awaiting the spring rains and warming sun.