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These are two bits I wrote January or February of this year.
I remember the day when the Desert Haiku came to me very clearly.
I was standing at a point in my life with two paths before me.
Outside, feet on the path - head in the sky - clear view all around.
I knew which way to turn.
It is good to remember that....

Desert Haiku
dry stone in the sun
thoughts flying up with the wind
soaring like a hawk

(just impressions....)

I walk
sunlight as water
I run
flowing into the sky
I soar
released

to dark

my veneer is thin lately

gathering
pulled into pieces
like roots burrowed into rock
I am too many

life-line
slowly falling back
into the arms of darkness
face up to the sun

amalgam

something a little different tonight....
9 Lives
"half your life"
words whispered to me from the grey as I walk my path
"half your life"
carnival voice pulling laughter from the air
"half your life"
from the phone, dropped into my ear
Yes, maybe so,
but only until
now.
Not stopping, ever forward,
quick as the sun rising in the desert.
If I have had two halves of a life already-
which life am I on now?
Full and rising moon
over deep blue mountains.
I am above, and going higher
lives stretched out before me
glowing blue white
on a glittering dark road
through the horizon
to the other side
and back to me
Why should cats have all the fun?

tears
in the wake of change
foam flecked waves wash over me
salt dries on my skin

safety net
wherever I go
tendrils of warm light follow
from my heart, to yours

sometimes I have no choice but
to try and get the words out
whether they make sense
or not

all the above....

I hadn't gotten out (out=outside) really in a few days, for one reason or another. It was grey today, unusual really. I was doing something I'm sure I thought was extremely important,
when I glanced out the window...
I was out the door and gone in seconds flat.
The sun was flashing a deep gold from beneath the clouds.
gilding every edge with light
on the near mountains
the shadows, sharp as cobalt glass
the horizon, purple velvet
and below the glowing, twisting clouds
the sky - so clear,
the blue endless
and colourless
all at once
colours. light. shapes.
there is so much–
this is a sky of hope
contradictions
passion
wonder
this is life

words - so inadequate

the healing
walking in twilight
I glimpsed that land beyond
and let myself go

rest

slightly
again at midnight
fueled by red wine and sake
I walk to the moon

a half moon smiles
on its bed of opal silk
a black velvet tapestry
within a white gold ring

—I never know what I might see
walking at midnight

overflowing

flip
outside, in shadows
colours pool in dark valleys
inside, white starlight

bridge
walking in two worlds
we will fill the space with words
silence draws deeply

missing my twilight walks
they stir something in me
only accessible
at the edge
between day and night
the air feels lighter
the restraints loosened
the mind and heart soars
while the light withdraws

then, darkness
and there is nothing left
no body
just
thought
silence
self
filling the space
to the stars

pm

crucible
I dream by the fire
eyes in the flame mesmerize
wanting to crawl in

spiraling

I have been trying not to let myself
get too lost in what/how I see
my thoughts
views/visions
as I've said
always having to look
around the next bend
in - as well as out
so easy to be seduced by this journey
I have been on it as long as I can remember
it has just become more intense lately
an expedition
a voyage
through a shimmering green sea
or the deep clear water of twilight

Visit
as I walk, I fly
to the tips of the mountains
on the edge of day

one breath, I am there
standing on the rose gold peaks
I swallow the sky

...

whispers
speak softly my love
that you may hear the stones sing
and the desert breathe

thoughts from limbo

dawn
coming out of grey
I feel the sharp scent of air
the sun warms my cheeks

focusing on the other threads of life
trying to weave all them together

a comment made
I will not let.......
it is their reality
not mine

and then,
I am past it

vision clears
colours sharpen

going out into the desert
wakened from the rain
I am walking
into the sky
with open
eyes

notes

dna
open desert sky
cannot match the space inside
evolving chaos

by starlight
walking at midnight
I melt into the shadows
looking for answers

spice

it rained this evening
I did not recognize the sound
I had forgotten
it was a brief desert rain
leaving the air spiced
in a sky so large
the clouds could not cover it
and sunlight spilled around the edges
leaving colours
compressed
saturated

rain
mountains meet the clouds
the essence of life released
falling from the sky

plein air
using words as paint
creating texture with dreams
luminous colour

"...skating away,
on the thin ice of a new day..."
Ian Anderson

from out

knife
pain out of nowhere
cuts through me, unexpected
the edge of a scent

snare
slowly I turn back
towards the retreat of the sun
captured, I follow

clean
the pain returns
I am helpless in the wave
rolling over me

all moments
observed/captured/recorded
embers/sparks/infernos
facets/faces/windows
crimson violet silk
dark velvet indigo
washes of azure
entwined with
permeating
rich white
endless
light

reverse

How is it possible
to welcome my
isolation
yet
at times
be so completely
overwhelmed by it?

recall

a swim
pools of still water,
sunlight, the color of tea
drowning in your eyes

What is the purpose of these words?
The words, the image,
the recognition,
float to the surface
of consciousness
from some deep subterranean current.
I can only record what is revealed.
Parts of myself.
amazed

I will question
explore
discover
even attempt to explain
but I will not make excuses for
or try to justify
my words
or thoughts

it is what it is
I am who I am
sobeit

coiled

on my walk...
out in that golden time once more
my thoughts swimming in the air
a million miles away
walking that winding path
with the warm light
around trees and mountains
following it to that dreamed of place
my hand on the gate
Shangri La

In passing, a greeting
a person I know
(rarely happens)
words and ideas tossed back and forth
filling the air between us
we part, going our separate ways
each taking away their own tangle of thoughts

Quietly
I try to return to that gate
but the path is lost
in the darkening sky
and the labyrinth inside

seen
that land of honey
where golden light fills the air
pouring down my skin

ancient

sometimes to find a certain calm
I imagine myself
slipping into the earth
down through layers of dirt, rock,
to find myself
surrounded
completely
a constant pressure
on every part of me
condensed to the essential
carbon into diamond

[diamond : Ancient Greek - "invincible", "untamed"]

(funny thing is, I've never cared for diamonds....
preferring colour)

shapes

Express Lane
Is this search futile?
but I am left to wonder
rushing through my day

(It is not futile, I know.
But it is easy to lose sight
when you're pushed and pulled
constantly forward
throughout the day,
ready or not,
stop.)

connection
I know the kind of place that draws me
and I would never tire of—
a place I don't think I've been to yet
this life
but I have impressions, ideas,
suggestions, hints,
in places I have visited
never fully realized
I have lived in this place before
I remember
the ocean, a large sky, a place with shapes,
colour, light, a sense of age about it,
people as part of and one with the landscape -
but not the whole landscape
a place to get lost in

I cannot share any more of this right now.

resonance
I am the lone star
that pierces the twilight sky
with a wild fierce light

while I sing to you
with vibrating radiance
the notes long and low


(Where did this all come from tonight—
I have no idea.)