Monday, October 13, 2014

Back to the Southeast!

This is why I love being back in the Southeast. Trees plants forest and biodiversity. It is a lush and rich and beautiful here. Green parks abound, and fall is in the air.


Water is so present here. It is an ocean of clouds and rivers and rain in the form of thick leaves, forests and plants. 

And Asheville, the city where I live? It strikes me now as small and rural and isolated. No visible skyline driving in, no great lights, just a windy mess with some quite foggy clouds drifting in front of stars, forestey trees lit by streetlights every few corners. It's a long way up into these old mountains from the sea to finally get to this little town. 

And so I say, 

"Home! Little Asheville, dark, quiet, starry, windy, with some clouds. Big trees, green forests moving into Autumn, moist chill in the air, way up in these old mountains, far from the sea. My Home!"
 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Rick and the Ocean


Well I made it to the ocean. Got my wish. Never thought it would be here, at the Pacific, at Ocean Beach, in San Francisco! My Brother Rick and I chat about bringing our soul gifts the world – ways to do things that are possible, small enough to happen, satisfying, and that bring something out – out to the people, out to our people, out to the Earth. 


Something about Mama Ocean brings me cellularly home – home to myself, home to the Source. Rick practices Chi Gung while the waves crash white. I find my solace in the reflection of this writing.


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Clouds off Mount Madonna

I.

I am so connected to the Earth. 
My body can feel you, even from the sky. 
Up in this sail-fish, we leap through haze...


II.
Moon set salmon pink into the fire Pacific night. 
I give all words and thoughts of words to the stars and the molten core. 
I am terrified to let go of this old bag of skin. 
Wings push from my spine. 
From these old wells, the scorn of lovers, that old sadness, I float above you and hear them. 


It is just another escape from the rising sun. 

With spirit hands I cannot see 
I sense into entirety —

Ocean of clouds.