Imbolc 2020

Break through the mirror
Crash into a reality
free of reflect‭ion — second-guessing,
reputation, manipulation.
Feeling blessed, rooted, in this separate
world of awareness,
touch, taste,
essential breath.

a time piece

How do we tame Now, 
make a dance of time, lithely swaying
whirled reverberation from eternity,
twirls of shadow and light, silence and applause.
Like moments cast upon a screen,
all we’ve known, done and seen.
Days linger long, the nights cling longer still.
We learn to trace our steps outside of time,
passing through each movement as we will,
falling in and out of rhyme.
Stray swiftly beyond imagined borders
to possibilities yet unexplored.
Enjoy surprise, the changing tides,
this space in time while you’re alive.
Our world is but a moment.
Take it – play!
Engage with this gift,
this day.
Built on ages
of sun, storm, forces claimed
divine to bring us through though scathed.
Anchoring to tales binding
warmth to warmth,
life to life,
year to year.
Raise a glass to you,
courageous pioneer.
Forward from here

Solemn Beauty

Mourning memories, deep emotion steeped in beauty
no other mind will see
When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty,
the power to move the rhythm of my heart,
the power to chide me as gloriously inadequate,
to inspire me to reach to the stars.
Exquisite agony everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I quest through epic verse, mystic lore, fairy tales —
lovely, lyrical adventures that lead into complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick’s sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman’s
wage.  I have looked as age, deep reflective pond, plays
soft consort with lingering light, echoing.
Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
primal prophecies, oceanic rifts and meteors.
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim in the glory
of original grace, ecstatic beauty.
The tinsel of starlight; the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
song singing hallelujahs,
starsbursts, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Beauty must disturb, impel waves displaying meaning
into neural crevices, thus saying:
Stay deeply in this brief eternity …
I am shaken; I am atomized through that eternity.
As beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.


We are shaped
by the pressures, expectations,
definitions within which
we grow.
Even when we accept objective evidence,
interpretations encode what we know.
Tell me your truth.
I may accept, suspect, deflect, reject.
How are we to meet, to speak
bare of swords, of skewers?
What is mine, what is yours,
denies that all is ours,
and not ours – that we, you and me,
are not what matters.
And yet, of course to us,
is all that matters.
Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?

World Viewer

So he told me
it was like a wheel.
Each spoke held a special
memory, an occasion that
would not quietly fade.
A memory with which to while
dead time, make it less than,
more than real.
Locked away, alone.
Physically there is no torture,
not even discomfort.
But what to do, how to behave?
No one to scold or contradict.
No one to hear or listen, to
play against as friends, to share
the chores of explaining our world
into being.
This world I imagine, develop
its contours within my inner eyes.
I explain my world’s many layers,
massive geologies, pretty associations
becoming ecologies.  Over condensed,
imaginary  eons, populations
of sentience evolve.  I scope in on
individual psyches.
I intuit their reasons and yearnings.
I listen to their anxieties and dreams.
I have found my vocation,
world viewer, thought spun into
alchemists’ gold.

Mental Illness

Broken folks need succor,
help to replace resilience sucked
from their beleaguered lives.
So inconvenient, too much to do,
for active caring.
Someone must (hey, government), pay
trained professionals to take these crazies,
make them right.
Professed love as judgment, tough and mean.
How dare you be burden, not my salvation?
Don’t you see how I suffer from their pain? 

private harvest

private harvest
(for Kevin)
Loosening from light, long hazy days ebb golden.
Private harvest. 
Shamanic gifts of remembrance,
Sun grown fields and buzzing industry
spun, woven into fine fabric, textured tapestry.
Soar o’er awakened sky, past to now.
Taste surprised by juicy essence of
perennial harvest revelry.
Real lives yearn, feel need
for some promised warmth of care,
shared extremities that nurture hope
of shared deliverance, hands and minds
together strong;
surge of survival over uncertain destiny,
return to thrive, if we might find that energy.
Private seas pull grand tiding.
Attached to this Earth,
mired (but not beyond mirth, cosmic inspiration),
energies blend, fuse.
See, smell, taste chemical reactions;
hear reverberating air.
Recombinant winds call timeless tunes.
Rhythmic movements re- and un- engage,
ever changing, never wholly new.
In these moments stuck in migrating vibrations,
skies descend, dark mirroring.
Smell the woodsmoke, intoxicating, soft and sweet.
Feel in the electric falling starlight,
spells of renewal, of power to look back
upon our falterings, to find the seed now grown
yet changing still and ever, able,
willing, co-creating in the illuminated shadow,
invoking the peace of dissolving twilight,
of midnight’s hopeful resurrection,
of the hinting sky that lightens before the dawn.
Wizardry of synaptic awareness,
unlikelihood of consciousness;
Dreams, Visions, Epiphanies, ineffable insights
too dear to deny.
Realign expectant gaze toward peace,
— planetary necessity.
Take peace into each breath, each incantation,
from the strength to align impeccably
with your deepest truth.
There is no limit but that will assigns.
exultant vibration.
It is time to reap ecstatic harvest
of moonbeams dancing to dawn.

Salute to the Sun

Loyal Leo will lick your wounds,
refresh with nature’s joy:
All our world awhirl in pain;
love and luck we’ll soon regain
She stokes the fire to remember warmth when the Sun was high and strong, and present. 
Fire has its own secrets, its own order.  As do we all,
each our own furnace, nurturing a flame that is destiny. 
The well of sorrow metamorphoses into a peaceful pond
in which graceful gliding silvery creatures glint in the sunlight.
In this small space starlight smiles, sun rays slowly kiss
strength and warmth.
Children bloom
smiling daisies
laughing pansies
great grasping reaching to
the Sun, the stars.
Sunbeams sing along brilliant waterfalls.
Sparkling rivers feed turbulent melody.
Those who have found the key
play here.
Receptive to pleasure,
balming luscious nectars,
warm melt of sunshine,
elation, charismatic exultation —
ebbing outward
gentle ripples
bathed in sunshine ease
Brilliant skies awaken.
Assert dominance, define upcoming
plans.  Feel their confidence as
seedlings burst to touch sunlight.
Reinstate the quiet sunrise
smell of pine and wild roses,
of limitless sky entertaining majestic formations of earth,
unbridled passion encompassing silent reflection,
in bold tones, exquisite complexity,
simple truth.
Sun and sky
entangled elements
create stories of
spiral strands,
chance meetings,
grasping for meaning.
Drifting out on a sunshine day.
Leaping hearts/meandering artists
keep faith to a wayward tune.


sun rise

blossoms to a
rhythmic peak
sending out, sending out, sending out
radiant vibration
brilliant sunshine
melting melodies

Hear adventure recall tribes to revelry,
chase lead of Sun’s bright, warm exchange.
Ignite past’s battles, burn discord as energy.
Surge ahead. Explore new forays toward
merry meeting.
The hope for bounteous Sun that bathes all
cares with caring.  Lengthening from center
outward, new growth bespeaks awareness.
Learning to love
      together in the
Embracing in fields of dandelions.
Happy to be
      imperfect beings


The summer city in darkness exudes a fantasy quality,
an off-kilter surrealism.
Jeweled sparkle through
emblazoned green,
I see a field of play,
of poets and sprites gaily a’song
while elf folk take a laugh,
a dance,
a merry evening’s holiday.
On roads of old (a half-century or so)
firefly pipers inspire
hopeful wild kind to be.
Free flight like in infant dreams
before boundaries.
Summer melt of sun and mud;
heat mellows, liquifies knotted
tensions.  Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
Sunset soothes.  Withered
inhibitions lubricated, removed as
peeled skin reveals raw resurrection.
Inexorable romp
to desire, defined by starlight.
Deep in dim sunned woods, tree roots, opaque leaves intertangle
Damp sweat from swift silent stream’s run, continuous lubricant.
Creepers crawl, curious rodents sniff for predatory hide, toothsome prize,
oracular signs.
Wanton child, wandering far from home; kinless kitten alone —
drawn in by stuttered incantations of smoke and mist (she won’t be missed).
Daring darling of effervescent fae, spritely imp skips to play her tune;
her mischievous pipes guide, glide, entice gay abandon, theatric swoon.
Summer’s bliss Mythfolk holiday, untimed, no line to cross, no whine of loss.
Dance, scream, flail and toss, feel the forest grow inside, assimilate.
Nature’s wisdom, unlike tales of man, derides morality, mortal wars of hate. 
Sheltered in endless adaptation, sensory dilation, slipping from human
skin to untamed consciousness.
Dark urban streets
Yes, lamplight,
Garishly bright commercial signs,
Traffic lights, head, tail,
mechanical commands.
But here, outside clear designation,
lightless, solitary, obscure.
Brave walk, forward
in quest of inspiration or fabulous
Subways, bridges, city bones upon which
to drum, to explore
rhythm and blues.
Sparkly spirit, chaotic amusement,
Magic shimmers dimension upon dimension
without pause for delineation – so our eyes
must compensate, strain for context of our ears’
No flowers border soft frames of
child reminiscence.
Birds of prey, strong of eyes and claws,
fly in battle formation
at sunrise.
Smell of surf, haze of summer.
Glass breaks, cuts, shouts
awareness.  Sand endures,
silently aware.

Beltane 2019

Dreams long enshrined touch magic of New Moon
Fourth day in May, cross-quarter fully blooms
Ecstatic dance to merrily entice
Into brave chance, Dame Future’s vast surprise
Divine delight invites inspired mirth
Renewed to life, we worship gifting Earth
Mother world, our one true holy land
Time to kindly honor Her command