little star Print this poem only
Lost in the middle of my brain
searching for the star that is mine
wandering my tiny universe
when yours is Beauty beyond beauty,
Galaxies of Stars
not just out there in the sky beyond
but right here on this fecund planet
I call home.
Right here in the neighborhood
my neighbors circling in their small orbits
also wanderers like me
right here on the streets and homes
in the cities filled with constellations
all creatures of your rich heart.
But to remember the Source
of all these orbits, these particularities
to know with certainty it is here on this page
where you and I unite
to never get this off me, out of me,
this union, this sensuous bonding
beyond the puny senses -
that is the fight
the test of my humanity
the struggle of spirit -
to locate and abide in THE Spirit
holy and wholly present
right here, right now
in the middle of my brain
in all its regions
Written 1-5-19 [Note: This poem is also found on this page: 2019 January-April]
Pirates Print this poem only
Pirates have come to this meadow
smiling a beguiling smile I know not why
probably because I’m such easy pickings
to steal away my attention
and take it like booty back to their ship
and sail away to parts unknown
with my small treasure.
Here and now is where I need to be
here and now I discover how
to enter your heart
feel its warmth and love
anchor myself there
in preparation for the next invasion.
All I need to do is rest easy here in your presence
feel the coolness of the grass on my back,
look at the clouds, get lost beyond the blue
into the loving universe that is you.
I need not know what to say
or how to present my self
due to the depth of our intimacy
and you know the stars
and the black holes
where I try to escape your embrace.
But you do not let me go.
You inspire me
if I but breathe in
the rich ions of your spirit.
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You are a sparkling fountain
surging from your deep
with unimaginable force
gushing out into the universe
and soaking the soil
where I spend my tiny days
and do my planting
for the meager crops I raise.