return to the well
moonlight reflecting
on water's skin
the sun

internal eye
lit with sight

with nothing
i still the world

the road is only something we made.
the path is only what we crave.

i keep coming back,
to feet, to walk the well trod path.

oh Spirit growing ripe,
to be plucked by Death
from the Tree of Life.

not much unlike,

Earth. Sunning on celestial vine.

this circling in time, appears to mind, a line.

not this, not this,
said for the hundred trillionth time.

nitsa pomerleau: Equinox

nitsa pomerleau: Equinox: ....Edward Gorey

don't be so sentimental
let go of dark ways
of wasted days and waiting


light has found your eye again
are you going to turn it away?

What is opinion, but a fractured vision?
In every breath there is something I have not yet carried
Open hoping: to present, to presence, to death.
Feeling body, feeling mind that calls it mine.

I, loves you.
I am, and all Is die.
Would you hold me for a while?

the eternal lovers are too big and you can't see their gestures

nothing to delay

i have to remember this.

reconciliation

our ancestors probably huddled together on an icy train
now you and i sleep in peaceful nights
probably held hands up some far east mountain
all past times, only pastimes
your silly book of poems, now hardened into scripture
you've been wrestling with yourself for as long as you remember
you and i
some splinters from the center

all lost things will come scrambling back

drift with me
a softened story set upon the water

don't forget to put maca in your muesli

last night
I felt crackly and bad
the socks were disparaging
from their rickety wicker abode

Sat slumped in the closet
waiting for you to say nice things
to pick me off of the floor of myself

I can barely leave the house when socks don't go my way

this morning i awoke to your kind gesture
of shepherding socks
tied them to apron strings
so they wouldn't be hard to find
for my lazy searching

more to it than meets the eye,
ear or heart
but i just want to be love
and take it easy
so i will
and work
to try
and then i'm lost in all that stuff
i must come from so much space
that's why i'm so restless

ariel pink i love you, along with all the other beings

might just be a grey lizard warming his body
on a rock's face
but i'm not
i think to warm this heart
that is circling space like a tiny sun

a pulsing light with every beat
like a lighthouse
except there aren't any rocks
just endless sea
and there is no one coming home

hey hey woody guthrie i wrote you a song

so glad to see you here
from behind our eyes we peer out
like little children
stuck in bedrooms
feelings sorry for what you've been through
don't even try to keep it to yourself
you put on a face to help
see each other
i just want to take you from yourself
out from under



ya, it sounds horrendous
to let it fall aside
remember in the long stream
horror's not unkind
for the sweetness to come out
you must crack the sweet fruit

Low energy realization

It seems i'm forgetting again how lucky I am
but i've been able to notice
that this has happened before
so looping through ill pull up some gratitude

why not eat our way to good feelings?
Greens alive full of sap
and other entities who gladly go to die
in my digestive tract

so much space and time
between the time we drove around counting lights
and now i'm doing that again
have we traveled at all
in spinning revolve
and all desire dissolves
I wanted so badly to be born

we round

don't think we can understand rounding
just something to feel in the back of your skull

a small one

How sweet are my longings
That rise and fall,
Like empires
How much hardness
Can I rest on something soft?
I am the ocean,
are you surprised by waves?

Loch Ness

suddenly a quiet good feeling
from the center of the the earth
making its way up mine
ha
whatever it was
is lighting the sun
so i carry on with things that seem important
lighting the pool of your eye
in my aloneness
i give thought
to the the emptiness of my arms
lockness:
being of opening and closing
lochness:
being of lakes, of water
i tie everything together literally
loose ends as a means
we are more free
then we thought
if anything this song is about the impetus
i carry around like a small child
that turns me towards sharing with you, my love
about the wabi sabi soup i made in a glass bowl
leaving kelp and seeds strewn on the counter
stirred miso after the rain fell
warmed by soup and ginger pear tisane
thought how nice it would be
if you were doing this with me