Collaborations

YOUR SUNSHINE IN MY CLAY

Your wind blowing through my eyes; / Your thorns on mountainside roses / pricking the skin of lovers. / Help me remember.

WIND CRAZY

The wind / shakes her down to heartwood, / sends electric sparks through her / twigs, clatters her little round / leaves, makes her crazy w…

I WANT SPRINGTIME TO LEAP OUT OF YOUNG PEOPLER…

I want springtime to leap / out of all young people’s eyes, / something fresh / something implacably joyous!

ABOUT THE SILVER TUNNELING TORNADO

I cry with bears / who grumble in the dark / and wolves who crack / elk bones with bloody teeth.

GREAT MIND GURGLING GOD

God is wildly happy, and joyously free! / God is creative. God is a wild happy artist. / God is beautiful and makes beauty, / more beauty, …

TURTLE SPEED

The natural beauty oozes slowly / through form, through each beating heart, / the ecstatic reach of trees, / the melt of light into light,

I FELT THE DIVINE CHILD IN ME THIS MORNING

It is utterly good: / fresh spring waters gurgling through; / clear wave after clear wave over white sands; / the song of a lark cascading …

FALLING WITHOUT FEAR

This is beauty… falling without fear, / effortless, sinking through sky, / into the infinite softness / that catches, into some other w…

FROM THE ELECTRIC WILDNESS

And the poet’s words / should sound something like this: / “Blue sky… Be Amazed!

RESURRECTION DAY

There is a hint of black fur growing out his sleeves, / a glint of moon in his prowling eyes. / Hey, look out! A California skate boarder /…

THE CHILDREN WILL REMEMBER

A million lost children / are frantically trying to fix their tricked minds, / having been diagnosed and tranquilized / because they dream…

I WOULD BE A POLLYWOG

I would be a pollywog / in a silver sea / amidst a land / of thick jasmine,

TO HONOR THE SECRET SACRED SELF

Who fights for her, / if not the stones and stars, / bird song and happiness of water?

LILLY’S HAWK

Come, cries the hawk, / across the dark sea / where wild men on horseback / hear the wind sigh.

THE FLYERS

He trusted the sky. Wasn’t it listening to the sky voice that gave him courage to fly in the first place? So there had to be some good reas…

DIM ECHOES OF A GOLDEN VOICE

Have you caressed the inside of trees / lately, sailing by / on clouds like a child’s dreams?

ON FIREFOX’S REVERIE

Let all presumptions go / and lay back on a pile of soft ribbons. / Let silky loops suspend you / in a cloud of butterflies and birds.
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