Archive | December, 2009

fierce grace (23 May 2009)

20 Dec

it is a ferocious story
one that I can’t even begin
to offer the scale of empathy
  it warrants

the acute contraction
  of life and lives
as the story surfaces
and all the fears that ties

themselves to a mother
  to a son, to a sister
   to a daughter (sweet child)
and expresses again

  in fierce mother-love fears
in such a natural response
and yet, in a small way,
I see the grace

  the unbundling of pain
and the pain unbundling
that son brings mother
  (daughter and sister)

God! What a purpose
What a divine love to go through
  this together
How my heart peals to the core

  of nothing left
when I think of your
  karmic play
the karmic run-off

and the karmic love
holding you all together
  beyond this life’s imagination
I am touched

tantra art (22 May 2009)

18 Dec

Billy McGrath painting of Tantra couple
Billy and I had the opportunity to attend one of Oceana’s Tantra Retreats for couples. Oceana asked me to write an article and I offered a painting to go with it (ala billy).

So while I was writing my article, I was watching billy go through the process of creating a painting, and the process was fascinating. A metaphor for dissolving and merging as the painting moved from one idea into another. I wrote this poem in response.

tantra art

I am watching you
paint me and you
as a cellular blur

a chakra merge
a tide of colours
  moving in and

outside, boundaries
dissolving, form
melting

  beautiful images
dyeing on your page
after a rush of inspiration

beautiful images
dying in our minds
  like perspiration

I’m laughing at how
this individual spark
You. I. coming together

isn’t a loss of my self, rather
  I am more aware

Read the article for Oceana’s Tantric Getaway

call this joy (14 May 2009)

18 Dec

we have touched
  every part
of our self

everything triggered
as to collapse
  in one

to call this joy
  is to know that
the plummeting engulfing

sadness
is contained within
  a much larger vessel

self persists (14 May 2009)

18 Dec

I found that vast dot
as a Nothing surrounded
by my inside out

thoughts, kind of bouncing
off a non-existent boundary
like an expression of lovers

surrendering to a vast whole
that can never let me fall
and I am there, in the middle

do I pretend I don’t exist?
how does that dropping away
thought annihilate

itself; drown or burn or simply
  stop?
the attention brings a flurry

of thoughts, concepts, ideas
  my self
examining this moment as a dot

because still this self persists

not my will (11 May 2009)

18 Dec

before the spring
eruption of our cosmic newness
there exists a silence

akin to waiting
like possibilities sitting
under the snow

breathing a deeper earth
rhythm, slower than the days
and nights, slower than a storm

cloud, it bides and hums this
dance. I am still
ever growing readiness, frozen

in the highest realms, mountains
growing faster, the whole earth
readying what is underneath

from molten core to the new
alpine flower fluttering its
first fragrance into the wind

of nowhere, there I am
dancing the perfect tempo
of ‘not my will’

the dance has begun (29 April 2009)

18 Dec

I am dancing in the grace of
the unknown
the mysteries of time

and certainty can be
only a glimpse of an
impulse, a spontaneous

decision; pealing laughter
bursting flames, pinecone mandalas
exploding as a lotus ember, residing

in heart, touching fingers,
sudden rainbows, exploring night times,
seeing myself truly, listening

to fat rain, coming up for air
and recognising loss of control
means the dance has begun

take a look (28 April 2009)

18 Dec

pain lives around
lies and unquestioned
truth, take a look

when you know
‘that’s not it’ and
know nothing else

take a look, for
all it is, is a shape
needing to be held

draw no guilt, take
nothing from the wound
simply hold

this sad feeling
this need to express
let tears be tears

I can’t take my eyes off you (23 April 2009)

18 Dec

Billy McGrath Painting Woman on Beach

Billy painted this for a friend who wanted to commission a piece to give to the family of the woman (pictured) who died of leukemia. I found out she was recently married and when I looked at billy’s painting, I was really moved by the painting. I literally couldn’t take my eyes off it. Within moments I wrote a poem as part of the gift.

The friend loved the two pieces. Billy ending up painting the poem on to the back of the painting.

I can’t take my eyes off you

I have come to a world
where a setting sun drops
in the middle of an ocean
where stars fall like wind on sand

and like a silk dress
wrapped to my legs
I know
  the outline my life will bare

I know
every cell has felt
your smile on me, I can only
show you what you already

have, my love

  I can only leave
when the readiness of light
is the long sparkling night
and your shining eyes

I am made from the stars
I am a constellation you
  know in the palm of your
hand, I am every heart beat in you

laugh for me (it tickles
my soul)
ah the joy is so quiet, I can rest
so still like no horizon every glimpsed

This is worth living for, Yes!
I can’t take my eyes off you

hermit (20 April 2009)

18 Dec

I can see you are listening
by the way you hold your torch
by the way you sound

this new word, it
admonishes you
(yes, you are strong)

you feel it
as a promise to the every
self of you

what is respected in
your aloneness
is respected in every mirror

to stand in front of you
welcome your self, hermit
into this life

your bridge (20 April 2009)

18 Dec

describing a bridge as having
no end
meant only it was too dark
for me to see

it swung through
the wind
and swung again when
you stepped on it

like eternity branded on it’s
footstep, an eon cable braced
your space, something vast
filled you to scale

it swung though you
and it swung again
like a flag celebrating the
  beginning of wind

and you take your first step

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