03.14.09

vision
I watched a stone
grow lazily in the sun
rising above me
.............................
reaching and gathering
plugging up holes
rebuilding my stores
redefining my...self, if you will
this can't be rushed
nor is it a straight line
the twists and turns
clearly visible on this page
obviously so
yes

lunch break

underside
in the desert sun
a pale pink shell glows softly
water memories

captive
surreal, the desert
held to the earth by the sun
it tolerates us

wed 03.11.09

slow burn
twirling in colour
I dance in a comets tail
brighter than sunlight

...so...

now what?
holding tightly on
I have the world by the tail
wondering...what's next?

sunday eve

ready
I am quiet, still
as a stone in the desert
waiting for the rain

(That one speaks volumes for me.
Are we responsible for our own rain?
The length of the wait written by our own needs and wants?
Or is it the waiting itself that is the destination.)

burst
orange gold blossoms
of the sun, grace the branches
of a mesquite tree

sat 03.07.09

the space inside is larger than what I see out
people swirl around me
I am untouched
unmoved today
I am in my own world
hidden behind an open door
in full flashing colour
invisible
while they look around them
wondering why they feel incomplete
while looking through closed eyes
......................................................

track
swirling around me
others lives, I am removed
riding the cold wind

solid
who are these people?
I have never felt part of
their world is not mine

rise
hot sun on my back
opens my spine to the sky
searing hot release

...................................

things are not as gloomy as they sound
I was out for a few hours today
thrown in with a large group of people
I am always fascinated
by how we/people interact with each other
our separate views of the same world
I love the differences and discrepancies
and occasional synchronicity
the unexpected connections
that you feel to your very core
as you find lost parts
of yourself

...summary

monday 03.02.09
today I am free
light as a cloud at sunrise
buoyed with knowledge

wednesday 03.04.09
the smell of citrus
like warm oil in the air
intoxicating

thursday 03.05.09
flashing large and full
a molten red sun trembles
setting on my skin

orbits
spinning, circling
moons around a blue planet
a balance of need

all these words I write, the distilled essence of who I am
a map laid in these haiku
and there are more waiting to get out the door
thoughts, feelings, perceptions.....words
all standing in a not-so-orderly-line
sometimes pushing and shoving
trying to be the first out into the world
now that the door has been opened
it has forgotten how to close
letting out the inside
I expand to fill the outside
where does one start, one end?

rambling a bit this evening

more????

song
the stars are brilliant
with their wild white voices
I hear my true name

rend
mountains slice the sky
the way your smile—my will
opened too deeply

not easily closed

...and the point is?

metamorphosis
in my hand I held
my long, slow, felt, desires
drifting up like smoke

mirrors
looking for myself
in eyes of those around me
I find your dark gaze

needed
sunlight fills my mind
casting cool sharp edged shadows
to rest my thoughts in
.......................

still always trying to explain/describe/define
only making sense to myself I'm sure
but I'm enjoying the challenge

attempt

abode
I felt the darkness
tonight it followed me home
clinging to my heart

small shadows
small bits of darkness
they are always there
we walk into them, and out again
like sunlight through leaves
in an ancient sleeping forest

light and darkness pour over my skin
and drip from my fingers
untamed pools of life
form at my feet

I drink
.................

To feel too much

All the time watching, listening, waiting.
For what? I don't really know.
It pulls me forward around the corner of every day
and sails me through the night.
Why this feeling of freedom at night?
As if the glass is thinner,
and the horizon has come to rest in my heart.

.......................

a small drama going to work one day.....

meal
above the traffic
a hawk dives to its first meal
separate worlds

......................

(Much is stirring about tonight.)

...and then...

rubber
I stretch to the stars
galaxies spin in my hair
comets in my smile

a mind break

tunnel
through my eyes, escape
as thoughts follow the silence
voices swarm like bees

waterfall
contrails drawn on blue
taking my eyes to the edge
as I spill over

drive
racing the white lines
the dark road pulls me forward
salvation in speed

sunday evening

direct
I cannot hold back
my colours shine like lasers
piercing your unknowns

Sunday evening often turns into a time of
- sorting - for me
shaking things through the sieve
getting rid of the chaff
hoping what is left is real
like water seeping down
through rocks
grains of sand
becoming
clean
clear
truth

saturday

stretch
warm sunlight enters
the waiting winter windows
colour slowly wakes

carnival
up or down? in/out?
I make my way down your paths
slow crazy circles

recognition

tempest
twisting and storming
a cauldron of molten thought
fierce white blinding joy

flood
holding still your eyes
the river inside surges
crystal clear intent

windows/glances
to what is inside of me
new to me too
I just sat down
and let the words come
no preset or goal
it feels odd, but honest
to write this way
I had no idea what was waiting
there they are
it is what it is

uncovered

two very different ones tonight
my mind is in too many places at once
making it hard to focus on even three lines at a time
but, maybe, it is the best time to write
when I don't even know myself
what will emerge

dome
so very quiet
and still, this evening light
encased in gold glass

molten
from earth through my soles
I feel the pull of raw life
skin flows with fire

stirrings

sighs
I miss the night sky
cold clear and deep, it calls me
through an open door

it's always there,
on the other side of myself
waiting with stilled breath
and silver white eyes
slivers of moon on
deep indigo
flashes of scarlet
violet
it is the night
that other side
necessary and needed
to balance the bright
frenzied light
of living

homecoming
I found you waiting
down my winding spiral paths
my center, your home

center

galaxy, I
I am many worlds
spinning crazily through space
each with a purpose

just one

whole
from farthest corners
stars gather, each with a name
foundations of life

after hours

2:00 am, fine time to write a haiku...
sometimes I need the soul vibrating therapy of loud music
you feel it from the inside
vibrating from your center
into the chaos around you
you are removed
isolated in sound
an island of perception
in a sea of electronic joy

numb
music surrounds me
the sound pounds me to my core
my bones vibrating