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MARESHA’S DREAM

MARESHA’S DREAM

She opens a door
into a huge domed stadium filled with men
women and children in costumes of all the ages

She knows that they are all there for her
to set up any drama any time
to learn any lesson she needs to learn

She closes the door
and walks down the corridor

Another door to a storage closet
Inside big barrels labeled
“plot thickener”

EAST OF KUNDALINI

EAST OF KUNDALINI

Let in the love and give it when you can
See the pain and relieve it when you can
Get into religions and beyond them if you can
Follow all the Gurus and pass them if you can

Dive into each teaching for all the essence there
And strip and strip and strip until you’re bare

But keep my friends I pray a little sense of fun
For when the doings and undoings are all done
and the livings and dyings are all done

Somewhere East of Kunalini
The sun with rise and You will be the sun

BIG BOYS

BIG BOYS

The deep sadness
The red anger space
The hang on tight we
may end up in the next county passion

All hidden behind the great wall of control
That terrible land where I locked
the little boy who would cry

And if I open the door to one of these
they will come bursting out
And with what years
of build up force behind them

I know big boys don’t cry
I don’t remember why
Would they die

DRAGONS

DRAGONS

Beyond the maps of the ancient world

“There, be dragons”

Beyond the ways of parents and of peers

“There, be dragons”

Beyond the days of preachers and
of teachers

“There, be dragons”

Beyond where you know or
have dared to go

“There, be dragons”

A toe tip, a step, and a stride
Heart, arm and sword,
steeled by the fiery breath
How sweet the dragon’s meat,
and the maiden’s
Another mark on another map
“Here, be dead dragons”

PICTURE TAKING

PICTURE TAKING

The simple people of the earth
do not like to have their pictures taken
They say it captures them
and takes away their souls

If you’ve been with those you love
who still can see you only as you were
And for their own good reasons
need to keep you there
While your every urge of
every breath says grow

Then you’ll know
what the simple people know

REQUIEM

REQUIEM

“There is nothing sad about an empty shell.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery The Little Prince

My
poetry
is the shell
I leave you now.
It’s spiralled substance
all I’ve known of life and love.
See how it winds, and ever opens
stained with all the colors of my growth
and every gift and every touch of all of you and more

Hold it to your ear

you may hear the ocean