In these darker days When the wind sucks through the tr… Hide with me and hold our ears For that sirens song is sick with… And will only freeze our wings
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
In the first ringing of shock, in… As we shake and blink and try to u… There is no hand to pull us throug… and the same scream that brought u… Faith, pure as molten lava
I release you There is no need for pain or guilt There is only the Tao, rightful f… We are still share the same waters… And I am glad
Like Ezekiel In the valley of dry bones I awaken Every dangerous morning And stumble toward Bethlehem
May I navigate the now With the same innocent precision As the caterpillar On a barley stalk
In this silver morning, I send yo… That in the rolling fog you float… And butterflies join you as you da… In the mirror of my mind, I can s… Fair as lambs milk and kissed by t…
In the fertile bed of anguish angels drop new seeds and I see now that water for these… is made of tears and the passing of a drought
In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…
Leopard in a snow white dress, you… Soft as a lotus petal and strong a… The way the sand moves, and the mo… These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that sha…
Now in the echoes of memory It tastes even sweeter still That familiar glow Like the embers of next morning That catch and leap into flame
Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…
Down here at the bottom there is n… surfaces are smooth, hard, frozen… steel, cinder block, scaled and se… the angles are unmoving, like foss… I mold to the floor, head on a ste…
Black strings of cormorants journe… This dark arrow, pointing north, s… How quickly this flight is gone!
Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability