Please

How much quieter the ranks would usher forth
if the path wasn’t so strewn,
one broken being after the next, quivering
boulders and bleeding windfall
The flock undulates with an unseen pull,
the drive to over-step, over-come,
over, over, over...

Now, in this place beneath the quickened waterfall,
I have learned a new approach
That honors all time and even the
verdant mass of webbing roots asks
for forgiveness when their own strength
moves into an uncontrollable fit of expansion...
A little light-filled being has found our
conversation and
even the trees have pulled their chairs closer,
hoping to hear,
no,
to feel the secret
he has come to share
shhh...now close your eyes

Whoosh...
I have fallen through the
steely gutter into volcanic reality;
My hands have fed the spring-green leaves
and the umbilical pulse we share
is now finalized in the tapestry of
earth and stars.

Pelt

Along the red road...
enter into the fissure
once fresh with the blood of
great torrent,
wandering into the heart of silence
once fresh with dew.
Follow the west wind.

They say that a feather and a brick
fall at the same speed when
dropped from a cliff.
They forgot to mention that the brick will
never fall upward, not like
the feather...

If the current of wind possessed
form,
not only when contracted as a
cyclone,
no, not like that at all,
it would be pregnant with the
strands and subtle shades of
the earth,
follow my form into this thread of darkness.
Sit down in my company and
shall we gather some branches to build
a fire?