My Rock

Getting up early
in the morning
meditation
is my rock
upon which
the waves of self concern
play themselves out

Crashing, Bashing
Sucking, Pulling
Swirling and Whirling
Twisting and Turning
Foaming, Spraying

Somewhere in their deep dark
depths emotions dwell
their menace covered by the
surface noise


[05 Aug 06]

Dear Tess

We touched

Hands, eyes, feet
Breath, chest, heart

In the fire
And in the sweat

On the earth
And in the air

Reaching angels
And drawing tears

Bodies close before
Although parted now

The dance goes on!


[27 June 2007]