Spinning around the world
at twenty-five
revolutions per nanosecond.

Sometimes
 I don't know
 how I feel
 about all this.

Struck and torn between
 the potential
 for perfection
in the new and unmarred
and the freedom
 to try and fail.

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She lives in a cave.
He woke in a sweat.

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We all come from stardust
determined
 not to fall short
so
concerned
 not to over-reach.

And being reasonable
has become a burden
with a mix of
predestination and free will.

Witnessng
 the world evolve
in the
 front seat.

She watched as
 the waves break
from under
 the skin of the ocean
and then dove in for the first time.

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The onus is upon her now
and she is bound
at night
she was sad.

====

I used to have a medicine bag.

I know something
 you can have with it.
 I can talk of stones
   and healing properties.
or
you can disregard
 your disregard for my ranting
and we can just
 sit still.

=====

A deep breath, smile
 and then exhale
because
 clowns are cute.

Its pretty bright tonight
all those
colors spinning rythmicly.

Surrender
and shake your booty
 to the groove.

we are bound to honor
the external forces of nature
cold, ice, snow and wind.

As we yearn
for the warmth of longer days
we embrace
 the stillness of
the season.

It is through
 entering this cold
unknown with openness
 quiet and reflection
that we find
new meaning.

Like the caterpillar
who enters a cocoon,
allowing himself to
dissolve
 into liquid.

--

It is here where dreams are born.

Once a tiny worm
Who could only crawl.

He now flies.

Everything
Everywhere
Dies.

And home is not
a place in time
It’s a place
backwards inside.

Lose everything
and you gain
the eternal.

A bitter pill.

And she is usually
 losing something
watching her old life
disintegrate,
things fall apart.

Stretched out like a
yoga pose
between the absolute and relative.

This is where she finds herself
sitting by the water.

Finally free
of this terribly
 confining personality
like a snake shedding skin.

Remembering that
loneliness is
 the pain of
being alone
and solitude is the glory.

The daredevil walks
into her future
head held high
with a
lust for victory.

Nestled real close
to that dread of self destruction.

Because inside her belly
rests the animal urge
to resurrect dreams
long stolen.

And the backlash comes
in waves of
shudders and moans
because just to approach
that mountain
evokes courage.

And it is in the process
that the gift is won
Its not really
about the outcome.

--
So she lays down her soul
and waits
for the ax to fall
because the path of least resistance
can be so dull.

The problem is
she unknowingly
Is usually putting someone
on the defensive.

And oh how many
mistakes she has made
along the way
this time she is trying
to precipitate the play.

--
And the essence is in the strategy.

It is in remembering that
most tigers
have a kitten underbelly
and
aren't we all searching
for some kind of wonderful, anyway?

The bridge builder
must retain the insight
of compassion
while
searching for the places
where we overlap.

Wisdom comes
in brief sentences

I know of a place of dread.
So dark, that light seems to have been hijacked
By menacing shadows
Casting forms in ambiguous shapes.

A place filled with unknown intrusions,
and a fear
that  runs so deep
its like
 a colony of ants
running through your bloodstream.

Yet, there is also
a place that  I know,
filled with
so much love
that spring rain flows in.

 Wrapped in the warm arms
of a morning sunlight.

So that, vines once tattered and dry
Begin to blossom
 with the new hope
of an ever changing sky.

There is a valley where these  two hills meet
nestled in
a brand new  geography
of equanimity.

Where
forgiveness is nurtured
and planted so deep
that, each seed begins to
sprout a sanctuary,
holding a space
as the dark and light
convene
into a timeless gray.

Transcend, with me,
 to that place
where the beauty
of the
 untouched lives.

Enclosed in a dreamscape of mystery
A moment
of magic and stillness
can make time unreal
can make time
 stand still.

In one brief moment,
the divine order of what is
is overshadowed by what was
and becomes now.

What form will
my art take
this time around?

I wait
not so patiently,  
for a breath
to progress past my lips.

I am listening for a revelation.

----

A bubble of creation
from my belly up
a yearning
to build
something new.

Something so delicate,
that love and beauty
finally outshine
all that
 fear and misery.

And darkness falls submissive
into a mother of light.

------

But is an artist an artist
without an audience?

I am nothing
without a mirror.

Lost without reflections
without margins
I fall right off the page.

How should i know
what to create?

If i don't know
who I am
dancing for.

I mean really,
I can be anything
for you
I have my tap shoes
packed and waiting.

Because I am
a court jester
and I am
without a court.
----

Can you tell me
what kind of beauty
lives inside
the awe
of a flowering insight?

Because, life is such
a miserable
existence
when the left brain
overtakes the right.

Love can have wings
when angels
finally come through
offering
some wisdom.

hurry
hurry
find me soon.

Once women 
were good girls.

In aprons with sweet smiles
holding up the gender divide with
homemade cookies
and a nuclear family.

Then women
organized and gathered
in picket lines
concerned for social justice
and a fight for equality.

Challenging gender identity
 and issues
such as race,
reproductive rights
sexual harassment
discrimination
and rape.

And now so many women
 seem to be bad girls
 with tattoos
 and g-string
 underclothes
in bed, with capitalism.

On every advertisement….
 sex sells, sex sells, sex sells.

-------

I met a girl proud to call herself feminist.

I met a girl who hates feminists
because she says
they are angry women
who hate men.

I met a girl who thinks feminism
is about selling sex toys.

What does the word feminism
mean anyway?

Its kind of like the word
 freedom
Lost in its many connotations.

It seems to mean anything to anyone.

------

And does any of this have to do
with valuing the feminine?

In a society bound tight
by the rugged individual
rationality
authority
competition
and accomplishment
will surely get you to the top
of any hierarchy.

And by the way what happened
to the men during all this
social justice
awareness-raising?

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I met a guy
who had been through combat
but was afraid to cry.

I met a guy who thought
that making money
was the best way to find a wife

I met a guy who looked at porn
rather than feel his emotions
when he made love
 to his girlfriend.

------

Just when did society miss
the chance to embrace
those feminine
 values
 present
 in all of us.

Like living from the heart
and communicating compassionately.

What about valuing
relationships
 nurturing others
and approaching life
with a spirit of collaboration?

Must be some kind
 of Utopia
when a person isn't
defined by their sex life at all.

Some kind
 of dream
when men and women
take risks
 with integrity
while making choices

for the greater good
with empathy
 for our shared reality.