to have the luxury of time
together
to feel assured that with the passing
of this moment
the next is not threatened
the immediacy of your presence
is so great
I am always shocked
when its time
to part

on bended knee
I fasten the clasp
of her sandaled foot
in service
to a princess
sensing the divine
time stands still

lying her down
on a bed
of high clover
beneath towering oaks
lush
in spring growth
her hair
mingles with the earth
her eyes
reflect the unclouded sky
heaven and earth
unite

its the mind that lags behind
when you wake in the mornin
and would go for a jog
but...blah
its not an unwilling
unyielding body
but an indolent mind
stuck in the mud...

a street musician
downtown austin
fiddlin that back home mountian music
an angel of mercy
drops a $5 spot in his box
enuff to keep him in thoz
kentucky hills
all nite long...

we have no idea
of what blessings
the creator would bestow
upon us
no idea...
if we but open our hearts
he would fill with
abundance
blessing after blessing
we have no idea...

is it just for this
brief moment
only
that our lives
intertwine
or
is there a thread
that transcends time and space
drawing us together

this feels
like
more than chance
happenstance
but then
time is so irrelevant
inadequate
to measure the scope
of love as ours

the wanderer
has no home
his only security
is the quiet acceptance
of the unknown

When I am with you
I yearn that all boundaries
should melt
that I might merge with you
within you
be possessed by you
breathe into my lungs
fill them with your sweet breath
then
and only then
do I feel whole

Let your breath
enter mine
let your truth
inform me
you are
that wildish essence
of soul
for which I long

I have not yet
begun to live
having now only
found that
which ignites my soul

I walk by
the steps upon which
we sat
the stone
whereupon we kissed
your beauty, your truth
sweep over me
images so sweet
I taste the freshness
of your lips

may the joy and love
between your heart and mine
dissolve
any and all
obstructions

within each of us
there is a fountian of joy
inexhaustable
fed by an Ancient Riverbed

the iron maiden
smiled wistfully
holding the key between her teeth
she swallowed...
the prince
why
he just licked his lips
and waited...

how many times
does the garbage
have to be taken out
before
it is truly empty

on the outskirts of consciousness
lurks a predator
ready to pounce
in opposition
on the instincts
of the natural self

if we look for a reason
to condemn or accuse
it will surely come

a texas gurl
thru and thru
makes a man proud
she culda been calamity jane
or even martha jane
a buffalo gurl
true
but jill's here and now

we have sustainable coffee
why not sustainable love
must love
just
come and go
why can't it
grow
treat it organically
nurtured and fed
regarded tenderly
can't love
grow and grow
the tendrils of our hearts
ever reaching outward
encompassing more and more
of a world
so desperately in need...

matter...
mater...mother
mother earth
calls
get muddy
get dirty
wallow as buffalo
then
stampede
thunder across open plain
run to heart's exhaustion
run...run
run thru the pain...