She stood there with a handful
of emotions, wreathing about,
twisting beyond clutched fingers
up arm and into heart -

and deft whispers of doubts
began to dig a hole at her
core, scoop out the heart
and toss it to the earth
beneath her feet.

She stood standing with
limp hands, hole in the
middle because shadowed
twisting snakes chewed out
her heart and slithered away

I stand on a precipice,
looking out into the land
of the beautiful impossible,
and I am told to jump -
Jump and spread
your wings - Wings
that I do not see
but only can I
feel - wings given
for free, wings attached
with string, and steel,
wings borrowed in
this slivered space -
Stand straight, I am
told, stand tall,
spread them as
far as the horizon -
Jump!

I look at you and
the world sharpens,
inhales and zooms
into me, racing,
coursing, cascading
throughout my body
into and throughout
my marrow; embracing
and intertwining with
my thoughts out
into the very finger tips
that take hold of your
face to look up and
see you smiling at me

When you breath
I breathe, and we
inhale words,
exhale thoughts,
and move in motions
that propel us into
each other's soul

I opened my eyes and
I saw the world through
you, drank in thoughts
I never knew, inhaled
exhaled happenings
because of you, and 
when I  blink, we blink 
in fours, hold on in fours
and walk on in fours -
and all of this I never
knew, before
I met you

and we will grow in
full expression of our
thoughts towards one another -
these inkling seeds that root
deep into our earthen minds,
tenderly peeking up and out
into Rain Showers, Clasping Sunbeams
and Stretching Gusts of Wind

My Love, I have walked too long,
too hard, on rocks, thorns and 
crushed roses to simply let go 
of Your hand, leave the presence
of the Shadow of Your Wing
and the secret Cleft of Your Rock
Lover of my soul, I cling to You
as You cling to me, wrestling,
on this side of heaven, with
the shadow within, 

Beloved, I've walked 
too long and too hard
to let go... 

I don't have to worry
about the future or
even think about
tomorrow, but I
love how we fit
into this moment
of this day...

Missing you is like
the call of the ocean,
where my bones reach
out for you across endless
praire, stretch to the very
sense of you beyond
earth and sky

You are simple joys
embraced and delved into -
as cold water on a hot day,
spring showers for thirsting
green throats, a brief breeze
through a muggy evening, and holding
hands to know you are here;
Such simple joys to make
the life walk all the more
sweeter...

We journey soul-ward

with each gesture, word, 

and gaze, tunnelling through

amusing moments, thought-provoking

passings, and landscaped laughter

to only conclude at each step

that we think same thoughts

speak same words,

and perhaps

share same

soul

Live freely, and be prepared to
embrace the pain when it mingles
with love given, and love freely
and meld that pain into those
embraces, into those smiles
and into slow motions of
inhaled and exhaled breaths

It was sudden, surprising quick
when your face appeared, and
your heart soon followed to
grapple with mine, knocking
at each other's pulsating door
wondering, would we let each
other in?

Beloved, You breath and my heart beats
You lovingly whisper to my bones and
a smile comes unfetched to the
corners of my face, and I live
laugh and love each day
for I am bound to the
threads of Your heart. 

I keep telling myself,
you're not it so that maybe
you'll be it, but at the same time
not it so my heart won't have to
restart when you walk away. 

At a time, she crept out onto
random leaf, wove a home
and blossomed into the winged
beauty that now flies before
my eyes. 

You are a matter of mini miracles
cascading throughout moments
of minutes, days and years, accomplishing
a renewal of relationship between Father
and daughter, Creator and created
Lover and loved -

You are a matter of multiplied miracles 
that pulsate throughout me. 

Can I get up and go with you?
Tear up the roots of my bones
planted in these familiar fields
And ride the winds with you
to the farthest nooks and
crannies of the earth?

Each moment I have with you
is God appointed, divinely led
and I thank my Beloved Jesus
that you are the instrument
and translation of His love
for me.

Amen. 

You look serenely out of Your picture frame
into my world, and my eyes behold Your
changing face - as through passing seasons
changing skies of raging whipped willowing
clouds pass behind those Peace-filled Eyes,
ribboned paint pulsating off Your face, riveting
slowly down the frame of Your countenance -
to behold a metamorphosing image of You
each morning when I arise to stand
in front of Your picture frame

I sit within the greening shade
of Your mountainous soul
and You soothe out the wrinkles
of this borrowed body,
mind and soul

I carefully lay down my words -
these stepping stones towards
our hearts - consciously placing
them in hopes of a sure
foundation instead of the

a domino affect

I seem to have

somehow, you've become
the unintentional gardener -
as you, unawares, prune
impatience from the vines
of my soul, and unknowingly
dig down to the bedrock
of my faith to tap into the
Root

I am more than concerned
with the fact that when I
open my mouth, will I cause
the earth to open up under
your feet, or will a whirlwind take
you up and away?

I am perhaps a little frightened
with the fact that if I
open my mouth, will I cause
information overload that
a circuit in your brain will fuse
and your brain will explode?

I am borderline perturbed
with the fact that I may
suck your entire life story
from your well presented cranium
in a matter of minutes, hours
and days? 

woman - you are Water
soft, soothing, calm
and cool, seep into
the cracks of his being
and move with his bones

woman - you are Earth
movable, malleable, meandering
and solid, vine into
the movement of his breath
and sync with his cells

woman - you are Air
invisible, inventive, invigorating
and fluid, encompass
the very stature of his presence
and abide in his motions

woman - you are Fire
warmth, warring, wondering
and passion, stay lit
within the very embers
of his soul

A tidal wave wants to bursts
forth from these lips and
consume the world around me,
a tsunami of words that will
drown and drench my reality
with a wanted possibility

But I dam these lips
to hold back the force
that wells and swells up
from the four corners
of my bones

and every time I want to speak
I close my lips and swallow...

I am part of a cycle of mothers
where neither taught each other
or me what it means to be WOMAN
I am patch-worked into this legacy
of lost identities of lost girls whose
bodies grew old but their inner child
cries in the corner of their hearts

silence - I am called to this vast
wordless expanse of a desert
where the wind gently touches
my heart's face, as a forest
where greens and browns
weave in and out of my soul

some would call it a dance
of awkwardness, that with
time either falls apart
or finds the rhythm
and jives

some would call it a hunt
where one is the hunter
and the other the prey,
though neither sexes
hold particular true
to either roles

some would call it a game
of peek a boo, I see you
but do you really see me?
until the game stops
and peeking into
souls begins

this is what it's like
to walk the path alone
but not quite alone -

it's a road through a
prairie expanse with nothing
but the gorgeous blue horizon
surrounded by goldenness
reflected from the midday sun

And striding along in the distance
in the horizon clouds are the
mighty trunked legs of a Giant
lost somewhere in the atmosphere
and nothing but His slow massive
moving limbs, with His eyes above
the clouds looking down and
a smile from way above

this is what it's like
to walk the path alone
but not quite alone

Brother, I lift up my hands
and pray blessings upon you

for you..

released me, untied
my wings and threw me
out the window, and now
I take to land, sea
and sky

...I bless you for you..

You have blessed me,
and now I go in peace...

You are the catalyst who
tripped the stone that rolled
down the hill of me

I am woman old, and my
wrinkles accumulate as
my crows spread their feet,
slowly as the day turns

but she

still squeals with delight
as when he walks on by,
and she hops scotches
down my internal flagstones
just to stand with him
at the other side and
smile at him with toothy grin

having a metacognitive moment,
I - with rhymed and rhythmed words -
realize as an unattached woman
that my spoken marrowed syllables
have come from the soul of a daughter,
of a sister, but not of a wife or mother...

And I reflect on the pool of my being -
what new thoughts and words will arise
from watery withins when I shift into
these beings - what will arise?

will you be like every man
whose stepped into my life
and left his poetic footprint
as a mosaic memorial
along the path I walk?

or will you stay and walk
with me towards the Vision?

You look at me the same
as You did yesterday,
as of today, and most
definitely of tomorrow

and I know love pools
from Your lips to my
parched desert's heart

and I know love soars
from Your eyes above
my mountainous soul

and I know love emerges
from Your embrace to my
love starved mind

I know...

I know from what deeps
You've come for me;
I can see from what mountains
You descend, step by step
to stand in my presence

You part oceans and clouds
to place Your face next to mine
and hold my face with me
inscribed on Your hands

And if I were to say that You
love me, written words, spoken
words, words thought aloud...

they are just not enough...

I ache for you.

This ache that wells up
from the depths of my soul,
an ache that does not long
but feels complete sorrow
and complete compassion
for the essence of your being
for your view of the world
and of your lonesome self...

I ache for you. 

we're worlds apart yet,
we're walking on the same
footpath of life, with me
on this side of Him and you
on the other side and us
occasionally glancing
at one another.

windswept; vast expanse
of true blue sky cut low
by sanded ocean and
mountains sinking below;

and I stand, looking
at my hand in His,
see His words drop
purposely from His lips to
water my dusty soul

We walk through
wilderness, down through
deserts and up through
folds, and we see drought
come and watch
shadow of death go

And through a land
footless of paths
and empty of homes
We walk
He and I, hand in hand