when dark mother birthed usfrom the star trampled sky –nursed us by moonlight tenderas silvered ocean swelland watched us growsaw our long songs trailingtendril from the beginning of timeshaping and forming as we came taught us to sing holy holy is the nightbecause she knew and she knewthis light that shines brightin the dark of…
if it was longing that brought us here, life longing for life – for river tree bird love flower ache – reach hand stretch across the dark empty with nothing but our own light to show the way. if it was longing that brought us here, then let us be this here this bird…
how do we measure the light that pools perfect in the curve of a petal opening surely to the sun. how do we measure the love held in the heart of the turtle dove calling her longing to the night. how do we measure the worth of breath held words, shared and shaped into love.…
you asked how light worked, why plants were green, how the visible spectrum implies existence of the invisible – and i would have answered best i could but a lightness had come home with us and now the evening sun low through trees was spilling the room, flooding your forest eyes with laughter, and even…
aflame in evening light the red edged succulent reveals its translucent essence while sunbird on the bare bud branch combs a delicate beak through diaphanous wings. hand to the sun my fingers turn boneless – she sees me breath close and watching, pauses, but does not fly and all the while that late sun floods…
because some days i watch my skin dissolve in your presence and my being ever expanding like the space between stars drifts morning light amongst the trees.
he said it is quite simple but really pay attention and was speaking very quickly as the dream was the length of the road which was only the height of the mountain and at the speed at which i was driving was not very much time at all. and i was just so happy…
where did hope live all these years, quiet as moth wings needing nothing more than the existence of your flame. it is a quickening pulse that unfolds soft wings readies them for flight calls me onwards through the night.
on a path in the forest soft earth underfoot amongst sun fern edges a woman walks walks towards the light. in her heart is the forest with soft earth underfoot and there a woman walks walks towards the light. in this woman’s heart is the forest earth soft light amongst the ferns and there a…
it is hard to see the darkness of these days, morning sun bright shadowed on heather and grass thick dewed. it is hard to see. . it is hard to remember who spewed what hate at which fractured piece of humanity – who threatened divided ate power made of discord. it is a dark shore…