Dusk is
shimmering willow leaves
seen by full belly eyes
Listening as birds
bid flowers and bees goodnight
through barefoot soles tingling
with day’s activity.

I can hear nothing
but summertime
laying in the sky
kissing birds’ wings with
rich, golden light, whose lengthy shadow
captures the finch’s modest wingspan
on dry grasses. It’s difficult
to forget miracles
on an evening like this

Fog stalks the city, loitering
outside it’s reaches on the tips
of ocean’s limbs.

Crouches on the highlands
around the bay and
as the sun goes down
it pounces
on an unsuspecting twilight,
begins its evening feast.

All sky can do
is watch.
Fog naps and stretches
past the moon and
over the hills.

Days looking
down& walking
past roses, mindless
in yoga poses. Eye
lashes toward the ground &
lips leaning
in a frown
between forced smiles,
staying present in the
uphill miles and mostly
hulled up in this hut
I built in my heart…
Lit a fire, can’t escape and even
chimney smoke looks like art
to the passerby and it’s
painful inside as I’m
expanding chambers, re
decorating for strangers and innocent
love gazers. I
let go of a
fear of danger
let my heart break
wide open, no cool to
tame her and I’m
struck, wild, tender
Unpredictable watching
wide eyed as this
spiral mind unfolds&
story time tells its
tolds.. I let go nothing
to hold its
uncomfortable and bold
as roses and
mindful yoga poses





Spring breath; a
meadow green with last
week’s rain, dry
with this one’s heat.

Waking up, I close
my eyes and breathe blooming
flowers, sit to pray
on waterfalls and let breeze
conduct bloodstream.

Morning doves awaken
with roses, their song
the same
as the rose’s bloom.

Midday in the city.
Thoughts clanking. A breeze
breathes me in
to still, green,
flower meadow

There is a place
Pine trees beckon, each branch
holding a prayer close
To its node.
The trunks are gesturing
in stillness. This
is the place where
city sleeps.

Rest ears
in bird chatter,
Streams gush and dirt
receives plentifully.

Each pine needle
holds a treasure, the rain
spattered Sky with diamonds,

Do you think sky
got used to
seeing itself?
After discovering
stars and planets winding
in its every cell…

Imagine seeing
stars in yourself
for the first time and knowing
Rain is falling
in the soles of your feet,
your palms
hold clusters of light, stars
born in your eyebrows.
Day and night
pass through you, the moon,
an atom among galaxies
decorating the vastness
of your limbs.

Sky never
got used to that.

An awe reverberates


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