How can you

How can you still fly?

You’ve got a log on your eye

You’ve got a root of bitterness hanging on your back, it’s tendril roots dangling from your stomach. 

How can you still fly?

With the heavy weight inside

The body count, the soilders out 

Each name named.

How can you still fly?

Isn’t there a shadow over your mind

It’s darkness, not shade 

It’s obscuring your way.

How can you still fly?

Aren’t you tired now, exhausted

Why don’t you just curse god and die 

Cease your pitiless flight.

Why you still fly?

Because

I was made

For the sky.

The messenger between us

I’m weary of confiding each night to her of my longing 

She glows with patience, radiating understanding, like she has heard such griefs before 

La luna, in your hiddenness you mirror my ache, in your fullness you shine my bright passion 

Send him this message, that I’m still waiting to embrace beneath your halo, together under the same sky. 

Comfort me

Comfort me with your body
Comfort me with your warmth
Comfort me so I will not feel
Swallowed by the void
The chaos outside, the travail
The weeping and gnashing of teeth under the veil

Comfort me with your arms
Comfort me with your smell
Comfort me so I can hear
And remember times of love without fear 

Comfort me with your kisses
Comfort me with your touch
Comfort me with your presence
When nothings making sense

Comfort me with a caress
Comfort me with your desire
Comfort me with your will to live
And not give up in the fire
A choice for life in the midst of strife 

To love when everything is shaking,

To forgive when everything is breaking 

To wait and work for the awakening 

Bodily comfort your bride 

Your love will not be denied 

Harkening the end of the age, Bridegroom of the harvest, come.

Cried

 Scared
scarred, sacred,
    cried.

 

 

Carrying bundles

 When 

Birds of flight

Carry bundles of stones 

Far from our coast 

The collapse is unnoticed

At first but over time 

Waves reach every shoreline 

The echoes are un-erasable 

Knowing upheaval and fear

Because of where you’ve placed your stake

Is costly

And worthy

Simply Enough

If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough. ― Meister Eckhart

Play

To captivate, enchanting a filament of stone into a breathing note 

To culminate, fulfillment of dervish whirling into ecstasy 

To connect, in seismic waves cascading warmly as lava, fullness echoing beyond velvet fountains 

Fearless trembling toward play 

Lavish and urgent, she stills 

Herald of the moment, incomplete as it is,

It’s enough for the day.