Ancestors

Still with us watching and waiting, turning the skies before your eyes, but you are blind even in your own time, it's not your fault exactly because you had no proper teacher, like a blind man reaching for the features of a face they maybe know, you have nothing but room to grow.

Heart Haiku

Anahata lives

It's a green machine spinning

Tides of blessed spring

Deep Into The Night

There is a golden calf in your closet
with the price tag still on it

A stampede on your reason
is so out of season

There are teeth marks on your arm
The cow came home and bought the farm

The golden calf always goes away
Crows line up and perch to prey

on the residue of fright
that led you away
deep into the night