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Giiwas

love’s rejection
shaman sacrifices
seeds of war—
when spirit of Sky
drown’d the fires
of Underworld’s god—
that Mazama might hatch
from its mountain cocoon
and be reborn into purity—
into Crater Lake

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Life Finds a Way

our footsteps—
thoughts in a fog
of ice and flame
thrashing land’s breath—
creating new seed
from featherless ashes—
new tributaries of thirsty veins
rousing Terra—
rescuing her from her dark dream
of compost and mulch
to fructify a new tomorrow

Fresh as a Rose

how refreshing
those times when the world
offroads thru another prism door
to refract a breath of newness
engendering feelings
a child sometimes feels—
and for that twinkling
I am a kid again

always Today

                               should Tomorrow waylay thee
                               with whispers from my Heart
                               ‘tis but an Echo
                               adrift upon our mystic orb
                               from Night’s other side
                               ne’er to be lost

point of view

                                           Heaven’s reflection
                                           examining creation
                                           through different light

rest area

                                    break from the flight path
                                    life’s wingers on life’s petals
                                    then… a hop away

Eclipse Siam

                                    o’er Lavapura
                                    sips Rahu a cup of mortality
                                    under eyes of Sun and Moon
                                    to ears of Vishnu—
                                    tho’ behead’d guilty demon
                                    his jaws still immortal chase
                                    and feed upon the tattlers—
                                    soon escapees from his fangs
                                    hamper’d slowly in their wake
                                    till their slip off Maha’s doorstep
                                    renders the full smile
                                    of Day

blind dreams

                                    all beyond this flesh of breath
                                    do gaze
                                    and invade
                                    thy fleece
                                    thy savor
                                    thy redolence
                                    thy song
                                    inspiring pillow’d imagination
                                    with trepidation
                                    with amenity
                                    within night eternal

station of acquaintance

                                       spirits transforming their cloth
                                       yet unable to mask memories
                                       that dwell at the crossroads
                                       of moment—
                                       and sometimes
                                       those of modest dress
                                       be the fondest
                                       with a will for immortality

Encinada

                           Glass Slipper of Bahía de Todos Santos
                           A Smile below Guadalupe grape dancers
                           Innkeeper of commerce and cruise ships
                           Master Chef of fish tacos and enchiladas
                           Night Owl of cervezas and mariachis
                           Enchantress of shop-till-you-drop’ers
                           Cinderella of the Peaceful Sea

Microstrobilus

                                    Ponderosa
                                    stricken by Beauty
                                    to fall into the arms of Earth—
                                    and from thy love
                                    be born the Forest
                                    the world of Us

 

Happy Fathers’ Day!

seasoning

                                                      no fallen angel
                                                      only the next dash of spice
                                                      for my mother’s feet

In Memory

I should like to dedicate this posting to Peter G, who graduated Marine Corps boot camp with me.  After my short spell of military service, I went on to enjoy all the benefits of civilian life– love and marriage, rock concerts, forest hikes, great restaurants, foreign travels, wild parties, dogs and cats.  As for Pete, eight months after boot camp, he was killed in a firefight.  He was only 19.  Now, looking at his photograph, I am deeply saddened and lost for any further words.  Peace, brother.