Mothers, teach your children well...

Meaningful coincidences
sometimes go un-noticed
but never is life devoid of the divine
what escapes the eye
seldom gets by the heart

Were it up to my own
humble and meager means alone
I should have little to no influence
but by virtue of humility and perseverance
divine work continues unobstructed
"...the will does not give up what has been ordained"


Wilhelm, p.612

In matters of the heart I must confess
a certain naivity
for I know not what manner of love
worthy woman
you are accustomed
but be it part and parcel
I must defer
for I am not familiar with ways
that so divide and apportion

I have forgiveness in my heart
but let me not be buried with it
forgiveness is but the compost
rich humus
of New Beginnings

I hear confession
like a village priest bound to silence
allowing the full revelation
of the hearts burden/desire
uninterruptted
and when it is complete
...it never happened

In the cloak of darkness
she whispers secret confessions
her naked love standing innocent
if I let on that I hear, I know
I understand
she would plead innocence
abandon...quickly flee
for truth strikes a tenuous balance
shyly it stands
tenderly is it nourished

When we turn love inside-out
so cruel, heartless
we maime ourselves

tho we feel the urge
never indulge the anger

anytime we reverse the affinity of the heart
we slay life itself

"Wear seven-star boots and come to me in the night
garbed in love, late to my tent.
The moons will rise from dusty cabinets of light.

And we shall rest our love like rare beasts tired of flight
In the high reeds where the world is spent."

Else Lasker-Schuler

"Now that you lie buried on the hill
The earth is sweet.

Wherever I now walk on tiptoe
I wander over pure paths.

O the roses of your blood
gently saturate death.

No more am I afraid
of dying."

Else Lasker-Schuler

Texas
my Texas
i look up and see
the clouds of my childhood
lookin down on me