chasing down a comet (for celeste)

naked once together
in laughter in
sudden eyes
surprised with being
born naked like spring's
child in our arms
full of the roses
of us. naked
and holy
and well rubbed
on the new moon
of spring, we ran our
children out into the
hills, chasing down
a comet to add
to our bouquet
of love.

home (a song)

i took the train, i walked
the dusty gravel roads,
i heard the summer birds
like water to my thirsty soul,
i took a train and cried
'cause i couldn't find my home.

ah but that was sixty-nine
when we first cracked the code,
my hair made them crazy then
but i knew we found the motherlode,
ya that was sixty-nine
but none of us could find our home.

oh but we found each other
we loved the gentleness we shared,
we were sisters and brothers
and lovers too whenever we dared.
ya we found each other
and that became our home...

i take the train, i walk
the seasons into my heart,
but its not all history
this indelible, sacred mark,
this is home, right on brothers
home is what can't keep us apart...

a new light

on his face
in his eyes
a new truth
began to dawn:
outside, the world
grew more dark,
but within
a new light burned...

jabberwocky speaks

but it hardly matters
now does it? yesterday
has left the building and
tomorrow never knows.
clouds today, clouds without
wristwatches, clouds as
dry as acres of dead
cornfields waiting for the
cows and waiting for winter
and dreaming of rainbows...
but it hardly matters now
does it. especially if you
consider the lack of gold
pots at the end of those
rainbows and dry cloud
dreams. promises go wilting
between the legs of
broken lovers who never
grow old but die from a
lack of better things to do.
yes this is it, the thing itself,
squewred on the bar-b-Q
between fried green
tomorrows and unpotti
train'd yesterdays. still we
hold it in our drastic
carelessness, up close against
our chest, next to the heart
of the matter (that stole the
show and ran away with the
moonshadow). here we are
plucking the sitar again
and listening to the silence
created by the stillborn
monkey that they hoped to
humanize. but its all good,
except when you take away
an "o" and you end up with
a god, most likely the little
self wanting to play the
big "g" god. but a few of us
are paying attention and we
don't buy it. the world isn't
what it appears to be,
despite the convincing look
the surface throws at
everything!...its the beginning
and jabberwocky speaks the
"it" of this unknown "is".

happy birthday

happy birthday young
one, you've
travelled far, opened
yourself to new vista's
and found out a few
things about what goes
on inside your being.
no small adventure
sisko! - congratulations! -
and a hearty hi-ho silver,
as you ride off once again
as always, the hero...
we sit here on the edge
of our seats watching you,
we don't know how but
you'll figure it all out
and save everyone. we
are proud of you for
keeping you identity
secret and having an
indian for a side kick.
you're always
championing the
underdog and we love
you for it!
and now your ageless
black and white film
shines on the holy curtain
and we know something
is going down but its
too early to know; still
everyone feels the electric
current buzzing in the
background and we
feel a little high when
we arn't pulling ourselves
up off the floor...
happy birthday sage one...
you carry the desert in
your eyes and the celestial night
sky has been sewn to your
skin and its time again when
we all get to go home and
tell our homies all that
happened, its our secret
but we want to share it,
by candle light or by moonlight
in soft excited tones...
happy birthday young one,
ageless and time spidered
here in the kitchen where
we're always cooking up
some fun. what a day ay?
hallelujha...

dear Q

can you hear it,
the voice of
that which is
within and
behind everything?
...sometimes...
like a sitar
quiet by the
ganges, plucking
light and weaving
the sound into
a kind of
eternal spring...
....sometimes...
a steady drum,
the heartbeat
holds the space
for a voice
that compliments
the silence,
as if a prayer
to love...and
we are held
there too
and soothed...
however she comes,
music my brother
is the breath
of love and life,
and if we are
lucky we
find ourselves
within her
smile and among the
dolphins that
play in her eyes.

only one thing

i have lived
within pyramids,
mountains and
million year
old stones
on the beach: still

within the cold
grip of dense
stone i danced
the dream of
earthquake
revolutions: yet

before time
began walking

before stone
and death

only one thing,

love