Thank you for giving me a place
Where never to begin
Without in the same breath knowing
The acceptance of ending.
Effortless joy
Delivered in an empty tin can
Rolling up against your foot
In the wind
Tumbling rain-soaked scraps
Of crumpled rice paper
Three dimensional kaleidoscopes of folding color
Under the light of the neon night
A place where not to begin
A place where not to end
The translucent veil between the two
Forever folding in what we discard
Unknowing.
We don’t begin
And neither do we end
Because we are beyond
And we wonder
What could we want tomorrow
So much more than this day brings
Such rain on tin cans and crumpled rice paper veils
Rolling through the back alleys of our times together

Quick
Take my hand
As we dart into the day
I’ve come to bring you your own words
That you grow in my soul with every breath

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Draw the curving paths down
Around us
Draw the divine celestial mechanics
In the desert sands
Constellations swirling in the vortex currents
In the wake of your fingers’ trailing touch
Opening the ground like parting a veil
Bringing forth the waters
From the spring of Oasis
The womb of the world
The water of life
Welling up from deep within
When the air is an arid breath of wild thyme and
Passing goat herds
Rich and fecund
With life moving
In and through
Draw the curving paths down
Here in the desert
Arcing at the end of the clock pendulum
Trust the momentum of creation
The universe won’t let you go
Until you let it
Realizing that was never you all along
So do or don’t you must decide
Whether to add your full measure to the sway of the universe
Dangling there in the careening, sweeping arc of your travel
Inscribing, erasing, rescribing and forgetting
The expanding perimeter of Divinity
Experiencing the dream
In the blowing sands of Life
Put the weight of your soul into it
Swing the bob back ever higher
Toward the unity and annihilation of its origin
When it was held motionless and unformed
In the hand of God
Beyond time
Fear not the following
Heddy weightlessness of freefall
Of being dropped back into the world of dreaming
As you plumet down through the ticking cycles of life
Surrender, wait and remember
That in the fall
You are effortlessly accelerating into the momentum
Of your next upward swing
Surrender to it
Know the divine purpose
Put the weight of your soul into it
To the full measure of your will
Grow stronger with each pulse
In this beating heart of time
Come draw lines in the desert sand with me
Draw down and up the curving paths around us
Of the divine celestial mechanics
And surrender to the murmur of creation’s furnace
Feel the warmth underneath
Of being together
Drawing in the sand the lines and shapes of mind
Of our life’s creation
Waiting for the breath of Divinity
It is the coming of the wind to sweep the sand clean of our memories
Save for in the book of life
Where every moment, every shape we create
Is still happening and not happening
Come draw lines in the desert sand with me
Draw down and up the curving paths around us
Of the divine celestial mechanics
In the place where we are happening and not happening
In this one eternal moment

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We are the liberation
The transcending joy
Of ego annihilation
The whispered song of breathing
Weaving through the leaves
Of trees left weeping
Drops of seeping summer rains left dropping
A breath forever rustling in my soul
Gliding wings of dragonflies 
Dislodging down and dodging leaves
Spinning spirals crashing down upon me
Like a thousand colors of paint
Longing to be
So absently
Brushed into the language
Of our being

Guard yourself gently
As we approach the holiest of holies
Lest we stir from slumber
The soft mumbles of summer lovers
Of rummage sales and clutter
Fumbling loosely over buttons
In their sleeping lives
So are the seeds of our souls
Such small and fumbling things
Tiny tumbling orbit rings
Each a spec of dust dispersed
Across a universe
So vast

Let it awaken
Be what is meant to be
Until you are unable to watch the trek of an ant slipping over your wrist
And not wonder at the sheer enormity and complexity of creation
An infinite stack of layers of beauty and design

We are the vaguest of shadows dancing in the light of our Love
We are the tambourine and steel drum playing preachers in the streets
Delirious with the sway of street corner performances
In the middle of a sultry, drizzling rain-soaked New Orleans night
Can you hear the loneful wail of the trumpet call
Will you stop to wonder
“How did she know the song of my breathing?”

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