Monday, December 30, 2013

Wherever you go


Wherever you go

There you are..
Seeming true
Yet we ask
Where are we
When stepping softly 
Into innerspace..
There locations
Shift and slide
And don't pinpoint..
So a revision:
Whenever you are
You are everywhere...

March of time


March of time

The new year
Invites our focus 
on mystery time..
Our awareness of
that line of moments
from our deep past 
to future unknown..
Daunting it seems
this endless march..
Until we encounter:
This moment which
hides and holds
wind and fire
line and march
Entire…

happy NEW year..!!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Sacred geometry


Sacred geometry

Beyond those many
 Religion quarrels
Many are finding
Sacred geometry saves..
Beyond the stories
And pointers to
Right and wrong..
Structures erect
With science boost..
Balance and center
Straight and curve
These reach stillness
Stillness reaches back..
Stories now live
With dancing fire
In-sights are born...

Springtime rising


Springtime rising

A research ship
In Antarctic ice
Beyond rescue
Awaiting a melt..
This one nadir
Of earth's winter..
In other latitudes
Cold fronts bring
Chill winter winds..
In these days
Our memories serve
With faith intent
Of quick departures
From cold depths
From the dark
Springtime rising...

Friday, December 27, 2013

Probe the depths


Probe the depths

from which your
life springs..
This Rilke's advice
To the young poet..
So we probe
Looking for tools
For our reach
To those places..
Those happy times
Seem to float
Uplift without the
Probe we wish..

A downdraft may
More utility gain..
Stumbling mistakes
Clouded passages
Some of which
We still flee..
Yet with intent
Courageous grasp
A sudden surge
Brings us close
To the answers
We are advised
To seek…



My only advice for you is this. Go within yourself and probe the depths from which your life springs, and there at its source you'll find the answer to the question of whether you must write. Accept this answer, just as you hear it, without hesitation. It may be revealed that you are called to be an artist. Then take this lot upon you, and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without asking for any external reward. For the creative artist must be a world for himself, and find everything within himself—and in nature, to which he is devoted.

Paris, February 17, 1903
Letters to a Young Poet

Thursday, December 26, 2013

I don't know anything


I don't know anything

This is our
reset to clear
the clutter..
A new start now
from blank..
But a blank
With heaving
possibilities..
Then we allow
a flow
in freedom
to blemish
the blank..
quite simple
then complex..
Remembering
for sure that
reset switch...

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

this yule night


this yule night

rich and fragrant
earth mother aroused
she and we 
stimulated the light..
a cosmic birth
in eternal manger..
a messenger born
to reassure 
each carries the 
Fire... 


Moedernacht, Modranicht
Night of Mother Earth
birthing Christed humankind
new strain of cosmic worth
Earthened Spirit rich with Darkness
Now Enlightened Dance
Rejoice the Yule, Creations jewel
for Soul's deliverance

(Modranicht by KMae on 
website: Hello Poetry)