in my palm
Star of Dayspring
no, a universe
in itself
th’ offspring of aeons
such wonder
such beauty
to hold and behold
pray, forever and a day
aspiration
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rock in Borrego
in all tongues
speaks this Mountain
despite her sure muteness—
and all eyes listen
to her beauty
to her majesty
o’er Lower Heaven
o’er Earth in Bloom
change
outside my window
Nature’s shedding her cocoon—
metamorphosis
unicorn eclipse
among Heaven’s eyes
might a Child see a Pony
whose Horn hears his Wish
cradlesong
hearken!
again that lullaby—
and that voice—
of my other Mother—
her tune
stroking my spirit—
pacifying the preyer
within me
opportunist
adept leaps and climbs
make everywhere my perch
while blanks turn to smiles
stalwart roots
of life a spectrum
in the gray of lifeless stone
somehow finds a way
bug’s eye view
for but a moment
he pauses
Darning Needle
his realm to survey
to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses
till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself
Ghost with Child
yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit
tides
Her every respiration
paints a unique flow
ne’er to be echo’d
yet a delightful lure
in reverie
even while She rests
’tis the Love
betwixt Land and Sea
saber dance
though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky
for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil
I am imbued in peace
in Nature’s harmony
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
lens watch
camera ensnares
another face in the crowd
to wax database
thoughts in hand
Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us
