Come, Break Me Open: Mystical Poetry

Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.

Monday, January 25, 2010

I don't know how to tell this story

[For Ann ]

Like a flower that blushes at the meeting with sunlight
I get easily startled by beauty.
I don't really know, my friend, how to tell this story.
I don't really know.
May be I wanted to be a sonbird.
May be even a rainbow that's aware of her awareness.
A friend shared with me a love story
and something inside me opened up.
something inside me looked around in all directions
and leaned her face agaist the sky of my heart.
The passing winds whispered into her ears
and the moon kissed her face.
The feeling is so intense, my friend,