Stillness

Be still

my heart.

.

Nectar becomes

sweet ambrosia

as the snow

falls silently.

.

This mountain

temple.

Treasure

Meadow flower

The Lord's

own treasure.

.

As the timeless

drift flows

through us;

We are the same

constant.

.

But always

Changing.

Peculiar Eternity

Sandalwood dream

the approximate

form of the peculiar

eternity.

.

The nest abandonment

free.

That laugh so

close to the heart.

.

The touching

you arrive with

and hold dear,

as billowy lambs

frolic through

heaven's course.

Little Mouse

The rattle

in a dark corner

little mouse

it's kind

.

no heart beats

as fast as yours

you'll expire

fast but not

unoticed

.

my hut open

to the universe

we see God

together

Visitation

They landed on

Andean cliffs

and plateaus.

The sculpture

was beast Goddess.

.

a love in a

timeless case

of life.

.

The babble

creek so knowing

one touch

and a mind

would never

be the same.

Ratio

A head of a wish,

A literal cause with

Determinant confusion.

Bamboo poles facing

Outward toward toward the fleece,

A pharmacopeia of answers

Not a seldom weed,

Or latch of orange plated

Gangsters.

You'll buy the sell

Like a fond scratch,

And the pull sorts dream

candy like "Jack in a Pulpit"

Across the musty woods.

No letter for the velvet opinion!

It's ratio among the chorus
Of power tools and pliers.

Sugar Bones

How sweet the aphorism

where the chicken

equates with bones

and a freeze explodes

in a roar of a party.

.

You dust the pork Chinas

and allow the legs

of perturbed divination

smooth the angel fizz

determined authorization.

.

No equipment

your dolly is first fish

and all clowns

at drifting shuffle.

.

The pie delights

a grand full moon

in the key of F#;

it's quiet in the lift.

Clock Over Telephone

It was thunder in a soaked rag

lying in the rain.

They last epidermal

asleep in the mountain.

The Chi is calling us

to wake with the sparrow

.

To see the desperate

attention of seeking

the plot takes mysterious

bendings and coughing

explodes like armor

.

I see the bronze

kettle and bones

by the door.

A magnet network of

shinny poetry

Humming your inner thought

no one lies, no one

.

is clothed in bright flowers.

The simple light

is lit and lends

its influence to

natural passtimes, like

thumbing through

a Bible

The Great Message

The first ending

Desperate tree,

trickles into hidden

bush, the monkey doctor

I pine, I'm alive

with a gust of psych

inpenetrable shields.

.

No barrier wheel

the saught force rolls

like rocky reefers,

sharp secrets haunt

our together factor.

.

Like the mirror pool

abalone patterns

are arrangements;

maps into dusk

and the great bird

of happiness

slows down its chorus

from the tree in the

courtyard.

.

We see the appellant

choir giving answers

From a whirling air

above the street.

Unknowable friends

arrange the focus

and the pellet feels

its poison all this late

tribal yearning.

Crane ritual season

an innate joy that matter fuels;

delighted bird,

quest the marshy order,

if it's a nature

and a song from the sky,

Hatchlings coarse the

intent to a coded

ancient art.

Mile of Moccasin

The sun takes its

time to encourage

a passion in the blood

today.

.

Less a heartbeat

a walk across the sky.

Such a wander to the

lock of the clasp shine.

.

And the walk is into

a haven you belong in.

.

And drum and chant

caress the silver field

and rivers, making

your spirit a joyous

travel to that time

stumbled upon.

.

All so precious like

a wind over heaven.

Today Less a Heartbeat

Love and spirits

act in the grey ash,

the collected sweetness,

all in the wind

is an answer remaining

with questions kept

behind a secret door,

and a drawer to a memorial heart.

One Secret Not Two

The field mouse skits

An unreal histrionic offal,

Undoing the angelic trance

That sought purpose

In the quiet alley,

Alone and waiting.

.

Almighty answer hoping

A paranoia only succumbing

To a secret.

.

But they all know

It's buried with the liquor

And boats,

Fishers of the three rivers.

.

A clot follows the

Terse vein.

It's a portion of business,

Shaking free spirits

To an obstruction that hides

When you occasionally

Open your heart.

The Summer Then

The autonomos sun

herald's the sweat,

in the dull antithesis.

we hold bonfires,

to a carnival cushion

poised at our flood

of new consciousness.

.

If it calls, the axiom means

the park of Shakers.

Guess a quietist here.

.

Not a howl run back

with i-pod and clerk,

machine ready to

live the strong hand.

.

But her purpose was

to suicide and remind

"death" not to remember

the gone desolation;

Rose and Gun

No Harmonies

Search for the ostrich

Below sea level

One on the beach

Cool enteror

A promise to avoid

Blackness before elation

No purity but cut.

.

Where the perks

Needn't browse perdition

I hold you in the cup

of lily hands

and remember.

.

The trim Sufi with a voice

Miles of writing

along with music

I was caught buried

with head in sand

The knowledge to ignore

Knowing your key

Harmonious to F#

Silent Song of Night

Indeterminate galoshes

.

I pried open the lid

and out flew Valkyrie

angels.

and the key landed

aboard soft leaves

of darkness.

.

The bird's silent song

of night held thus.

The traffic awe

and echo.

.

The treatment palace

has the bought livers

of grand piano bolts

screwed to disease,

and progress stops

internal whispers,

trance electronics;

dance hall

drugs and a high

cul de sac

Powerless

A cool breeze across my eyes

I dive into your diamonds

To receive renewal

The peace of such grand

Asking to know you

And you tell me secrets

of such beauty

I weep

And fall.

.

I'm powerless to

Clear it you know

You'll always be the

Blood arrow of courage

If I travel to you

You know it's my

Karma dream

I'm with your spirit

In my heart cage

And the wolf barks

To clear its image

From its throat of

Grandfather's sorrow.

Lute by Firelight

Anaconda woman

the spire relates

to the horse hide

coat patch.

.

Love less windows

just to adjust the

version of apocrypha

Larry needn't lie,

his cost was layers

of the back up winter.

.

Is the farm bought?

I truck to living

in this tech night

also widower of

the donut shop.

.

junk in raised Hawaiian

cat food and K.D.

the crunch league.

Clerk

The penciled in eyebrows

fired for attitude

measured diversion

through gusts

hither and yon.

.

Your appetite

corona; the church

of big ones,

with clicky clacky shoes

a file clerk doing

no favours.

.

As he emptiness

passes and thrilled

purse lifters look

into my lips

and politely vomite.

The Horseman's Horn

The Lourds waits,

An expensive sport

The windfall cash,

You're never alone

With.

.

Chained to machines

And chemical internal

Warfare; pictures

Of real vision,

The rats rumble.

.

On a Paris flight

With carfare citizen

"Are you sure?"

.

Having been a dream

The cloister tenders

Rebuttal,

Wide Europe to

Police the dour miracle.

Bass Guitar

It's like a severed arm

Glass and steel

Bone chunks in the pyre

Nothing became worth

Became air.

.

Sour drop pony

The enchilada was...

Lift the irving blot

Like a silver string

The hinge creaks

With winter morn

Ablutions.

.

The axe drops

It's tune is triads

And modes

.

How the dream got

So expensive,

Cuts me?

To Dissolve

The lady smiles

And impaled laughter

Occurs in pearly echoes;

Late words

To draw a man in.

Awful manner

To dissolve into a

Golden shiny pool

.

That was after

I melted.

Man it was an inspiration;

The lone crane

Ritual in darkness

.

They total the response.

The goal posts are

Chipped and amuck

.

Coffee with beauteous

Lesser nourisher

A queen of tonsils

And an old bible

On And On

Assumption grave

Not true allowance

Beside.

A determination to regrow

And join in a matrimony

Like most folk.

.

Outside the folio

Word jumper

Transferred to a car

Radio.

.

With joining limbs

The music ceremony

Actually a scat-singer sings

.

Purpose: A nuptial

And a jazz beat

Kept going for

Years

Hilarity

Into the creek ooze

The settled farm

Where the cross-eyed

mongrel lived eons

.

Tall strange

The boost of a firm

The goldfish in the

Puddle by the side,

Door to false oblivion.

.

The highway points

To Santa Fe

Help for the feel

Muddy's seen

it "low down"

Departure no.3

Packed lunch

And a cell

Shepherds Purse

Tunnel eye seeing itself

Bamboo breeze

Slow cloud

The Nazuna dots the path

The narrow journey

To the interior.

.

Within the bell

A thousand

Repetitions

Emptiness pours into

Colour and form

.

To slake a dark

Thirst

You must fetch water

And the sun spins

The whirl of creation.

Savage Living

None, attractions phosphorous

lake striker of the sold.

Appearance delays scope to

the canyons in the heavens.

Booth of the row house

determines the blessing

light before the stars.

.

The body is ash,

and in within the skull

circle of being

you saw savage living

as your other face

is blank before the limits of death,

there at birth.

Penalty Scope

Bailing out into clutches

of a glossy ice queen.

The stormy namaste,

and we must stay.

.

To follow a prophet

sliding into home

the lead is all streams

and a pocket of dust.

.

You reach there frantic

conveyor of the one day

eye scope reassurance,

the tasted openness

droops in structure

.

The penalty scope flies

like a sword in the sky.

A Veil Ascends

A losing influence commits to the way

Green spurs flash along time

Perfect rider's silver saddle

and the appearance of "Sufi".

Cutting the poison in its division

A veil ascends showing heaven.

.

The master's point of direction

Standing in a saucer, spirit's

beard and old robe.

The one with a dove,

Teacher with serenity,

The act of reaching.

.

But you are all there

Knocking from the inside,

Electric stars tell me to rest

And just to wait.

Taped Through Stairways

Sauntering spectre spy

As the terminal egg

Sayings of the used and misused.

That total energy sun

You fly through dark pathways

From that tabloid farm.

Your engine pops the nut,

A violin on the tread.

No lamp in violet dusk,

Written trick across the sky,

Your message frees the butterfly.

Reading cache limping in the ice.

No battle by a freak's lodge.

As a hole is its bun

And frost creates petals

On the trunk of oxtails.

Night is sly ravaging hawks,

Then mists are again violet.

Speaker of the damned

Past the carney oz

Taped through stairways

To the old easy.

Rippled

A syrup life in velvet desire

Tough rope to its claiming

You propose a calliope moon

and the post is not fiction,

but a line of back records.

A beam of sharp rays soaring

the pine in a vacant hilltop,

hiding the luck as moondrop,

applying the salve of dreams.

The tie is alpine triangle accounts

from blue cliff records.

.

Personal question is a song

and the harvest is selling

if time allows its fracus.

.

The center spoke too loud

but chains cause worrisome entrance.

The limit is past the race.

On the end was old whiskey

and a sick teacher within,

the learning pond is rippled

like the park that held

no silence.