Month: January 2019

homeward bound

homeward bound

what joy! what joy it is    
to emerge from the mist    
intact and integrated    
the shattered parts of me    
made whole, only to re-shatter, and be remade whole    
again, and again, and again, and again…    

my mind probes my heart    
and is satisfied    
i see my heart is not my own    
it is here to witness    
to help me learn who I am    
and what it is I am here to say and to be    
we must never give up    
never stop being in our hearts    
our hearts, which are not our own    
we are here to love radically, ceaselessly, fearlessly,    
tenderly, even when we break    

what joy! what joy it is
to reach back, far back and remember
the miracle of all the mistakes bringing me
tumbling into this space
rise with me
take my hand
take my hand and be free
take my hand and be the beings that we see
every palm holds and heals every hurt
wherever there’s a pair of us Fools
it’s all right there, moment to moment,
movement to movement

what joy! what joy it is
to step back into the mist
and know i will lose myself again
we will lose ourselves again
and dance in the dark, to bring on the light…

~Oakland, December 2018

dedicated to my fellow Faithful Fools, beloved CIIS co-hearts, and all those who are foolish enough to seek a revolution of the heart, personally and collectively, locally and globally.

with glowing gratitude for my dear RHR and SK, and the insight that “our hearts are not our own. they are here to witness.”


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She. Difficult. Small.

She. Difficult. Small.

she had been aiming for greatness    
for the biggest impossible things    
she often achieved disappointment    

she is unearthing and tracing the roots    
of each wound, unwinding through time and space   
tree and river, mountain and highland   

she sees the whole and    
she sees nothing at all    
nothing beyond suffering    

nothing, that is, until she spies    
the smallest tracks across the sands    
or between two souls awakening    

the smallest tracks and anonymous acts    
revealed in the right kind of light    
and no other    

too bright or too dark    
she is blind    

but with the light of a small candle    
she can take a small step    
she can stop, and take a breath    

things are difficult, and she knows it    
she stops, looks around, and sees    
she already has what she needs    

where is she headed?    
even she does not know, only that she is    
most certainly in motion    

walking and asking    
praying    
being    
She Is _________   

~San Francisco, January 2019


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hate has no home here

hate has no home here

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