Yes
You’re gone
But I spend every day
Keeping you alive
You’re spirit is with me
In pure love where you live
Your main concern
Is that I know
I am extravagantly loved
with grace
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The Divine Common Factor
In other dimensions, the sun and the flower are equals, both needing each other.
Birth and death are the breath.
For every outward breath, there is release; for every inward breath, new life.
Plant me, bloom me, let me be planted; let me be uprooted.
Exhale and let me open to the extra-vagancy of your wandering, your spiraling golden perfection, your flowering heart.
Let me bloom where you plant me with your breath, my life, my love!
I love the breath, the breath of the self-similatory, fractally unfractured, Divine Common Factor
(These are a set of spiral poems for spiritual affect, beginning with “The Fragility of Vitamin D-ear-ness-t”.)
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Who’s Rescuing Who?
Save our black lady
from her hunger strike
born from a lonesome, grievous sigh –
She trusted in me
on the 5th of July!
God grant me independence
from sadness –
coincidence?
Two years before
was the tearful day
Sophie girl up and went away.
Thank you;
Blake,
(and most importantly)
a little love –
to the rescue!
My God Can
May has
felt like attack
on all sides;
Visualize
a tin can,
opening;
light blinds me to the negative.
I place my thoughts inside
and close the lid
It’s my God can
which runneth over with Love;
My God Can.
The Gift
Love
ingrained beneath my leather skin
inside my soft heart-pillow,
and I’m two and forty-nine and seventy-three
in this one formidable body.
No yearning for constant reminders
of who I might be;
I’m over the moon for lack of extremes.
Dear friend,
We’ll last forever.
Here and Gone
The Beautifuls
You helped them leap into hearts!
Lover of the beloveds
they all class this place
Making us seem evolved
We got to be lovely
I’ll play something…
they can hear in their DREAMS!
Roy played
we talked
I cried
Resident said
I talk to your mother all the time…
Don’t do anything to hurt yourself
My idealized dream mind
imagined she saw
or knew
or connected to the realms
on the inside
It was a marvelous bit of synchronicity
Silent Sender of Light
I enjoy being a silent sender of light.
I didn’t know how to do that when I was young
on grey days
when the isolation closed in
with low energy
and old papers
Piles of old newspapers
with crosswords and Ann Landers
black and white comics
sports scores
I guess that my steps out of a book
were close enough
I practiced
what we pretended
I don’t want to get to close to the old days
Boredom
Imagination —
When I see someone doing ALL that
for real
It amazes me how they look like Angels!
A Circling of the Palms
That there is something so disdainful
yet you still feel it for me
You feel it
and all my ancestral celestials
join in this kind of
circling of the palms
with no concern for the hands of time
They touch
Transforming a taboo
Proud
Some Moment
I don’t so much miss the others
as I do love them
Some moment I’ll be open to receiving
and I’ll feel
the you-loving-me
into
how to do it better
Comparatively Speaking
The distortion between you and me,
Lord,
was that you loved them more.
I wasn’t fashioned like them
like a Shakespearean dream
or the intellectual genius
You cupped my chin in your hands
and it ran over
it ran over
and overflowed
Your glory
my pleasure
Your glory
my pleasure
Sophia's Voice 