Written Across the Sky

if only

i could be other than 

what i am

i can't

 one loss

too far

i'm now something

i can't name...or

understand

there is a certain 

poetry to that

written across the sky

tucked in among the

stars

Heavily Meditated

you do not have to die to become a ghost

i suppose there is death on some level

i am there

i know not this entity i have become

 always been a stranger to this world

but....

this is new

like all sound has been stolen 

leaving only

inviolable silence 

like walking a half step

behind myself

i will gather up what my life has become

meditate

create

be

Sing Me to Healing...

lately i've felt like the ghost of something unknowable....

off kilter....

floundering...

i can't make art...

can't read...

can't listen to music...

i spend as much time outdoors as possible...

physically laboring on my land until i am spent...

arms and legs quivering....

 caked in dirt...

salt powdering my body from exertion...

and when i can do no more...

i just sit with the fruits of my labor...

just...

BE

i keep waiting for that little bubble of my

inner level to tilt back to center...

it will happen...

eventually...

Mother Earth is always willing to wrap

me in her loving arms...

kiss my hurts...
soothe my soul...

sing me to healing with her lullabies...

and i bow my head...

 in gratitude...

Home

they always stay close….