Pranayama

Let the breath in.

Deepen it now -

for all of our lives

depend on it.

Why this holding back

from everything,

even this thread

that weaves

your life

a whole,

the breath?

We are not alone.

We breathe together,

you and I,

you and every other,

them,

this universe

and all

that it contains.

The exhale

of the stars

is the inhale

of the future.

Breathe with me,

a new race.

All Is Begun

Have you ever
wondered -
aloud or within -
why you were?

All that you can see is being revealed.

Just give me
something
to hold on to.

All is being dismantled for grace.

Just give me
something
to do.

All is being made of you.

Just give me
my bundle
of burdens
and let me go on.

All is being undone and begun.

Just let me be hidden
from both worlds,
unaware of the time.

All is revealing that you are one.

Just let me
become ready
before I begin.

All is waiting for the help of it's kin.

Listen

for M. C.

You have made it
out of the house
that was
your childhood home.

Left behind
the back yard -
swingset, trees,
the earth
littered with
dead falcons.

Your child-soul
within you again.

Cradled by a mother
who drives
a long, white limousine
and holds your hand
from beyond.

Beloved child,
grown woman,
you are here
for a wild,
whispering reason.

A dream that is dying
is calling you to attention -
the only one who can save it.
Listen.

We Are Miners

I believe

we are all miners.

Searching,

digging,

loving,

living for

those brief moments -

innate gold -

when the light

falls upon our hearts

and our vision

becomes clear.

And we finally see

the forgotten,

but ready

truth.

It is in here,

not out there.

And there are

many -

waiting

to assist

this birth.