Saturday, March 14, 2015

Gravity and Grace

Art by Dan-Ah Kim

Oh, breathing body—
What stillness you reap!

Together, you and I…
Together, we creep deeper
into our unbroken communion.

I open...


.:: i am shadow ::.
.:: i am echo ::.


Moments of quietude.
Moments of clear space.
Moments of pure being.
Moments of transparency.

There is no content.
The chambers of the spirit are wide open.

Nothing stirs.
All is still.

I rest inside this place of no mind.
The ground beneath my feet is pearlescent.

Here, the hush of broken ice.
A diamond emerges from the rubble.

Nothing can eclipse this brightness!

.:: i am flame ::.
.:: i am wilderness ::.
.:: i am flight ::.

Oh, long-awaited response
to this body’s unanswered plea—
How you startle me into attendance!

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Between Breath and Body

Unknown Artist

Quiet, now.
This is our secret place.

I know where my home is.

Here, my formless shadow
stalks the periphery of the light.

And, the light…
Oh, how it strides
with arms arching 
upwards and beyond!

It recognizes itself 
amidst the grey embodiment 
of my confusion.

We are together
on this quiet new day
that shifts us into a sand dune
of inevitable eventualities.

Our forms cling 
to the shoulders of the sky,
aching of gravity.

I sing with open throat.

A pause rises between us, drawing
a scowl from your eyes,
a question from mine.

Your stark words blaze.

This is my secret place.
If you tread, tread gently, please.

I flatten myself against a ripple
of flesh and bone.

I cling, without sound.

The fire of captivity
soars through me.

I wait…
To be heard.
To be seen.
To be felt.
To be found.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Hello, 2015!

Unknown Artist

2014 is over. It truly is. 

This morning, I found myself thinking that, for all the years I’ve been blogging on Dreams, I posted about the new year before it actually arrived… sometime in the last week of December, usually. That’s not what happened with 2014. The second to last week of 2014 was a whirlwind of busy busy busy activity as I worked at closing things out to make way for the arrival of a new beginning. And then, last week, I decided to pull away from everything and just sit, in relative quietude, with the finiteness of the year.

2014 was a very eventful year for me. Interestingly, I knew, at the end of 2013, that 2014 was going to be not only eventful, but a great year… filled with glory! Last night, as I stood outside and stared up at the fireworks that lit the sky in bursts of gold and green and red, I felt the vibrant but serene splendor of the gift of life. And once again, I knew in every cell of my body that 2015 is going to be dynamic, and brimming with the confident movement and flow that both births and is birthed by change. 

May our 2015, yours and mine, throb with the vigorous heartbeat that life allows us to share with it! Happy New Year!!!


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Trompe l'oeil

Detail from Ginevra de' Benci, Leonardo da Vinci

You had me at, Is this real, 
or is it enchantment?

But the source of that question 
is a doubt that gnaws 
at your sinew.

Somewhere inside the emptiness
that consumes every void, there is
a fullness that shrieks 
with necessity.

One can think up
whatever one wishes,


In one’s mind
it will be real.

But there are no imaginings 
without witchcraft.
And there are no legends 
without illusion.

And there are no graces
without the unutterable, first.

And there are no set formulas—
Or, are there?

I challenge you.
And judge you.

Yet, here I sit,
in the belly of a thirsty canyon,
staring at a silent and empty sky,

Shedding my Patience of Job,

Exchanging peace for agitation,

Glaring with expectation.