I am not

I am not a poet The subtle mystery of cadence and rhyme escape me. And this is not a poem. I confess, this bothers me a lot. I’m ashamed of it, in fact. In the same way: I am not a musican. I am not an artist. I am not an intellectual. I am not […]

Take that!

When my thirst got great enough to ask, a clear stream welled up inside, some jade wave buoyed me forward, and I found myself upright in the instant, with a garden inside my own ribs aflourish. There, the arbor leafs. The vines push out plump grapes. You are loved, someone said. Take that and eat […]

What I know

I know I am not just nothing I am worse than all of that I am a hammer which destroys I am a fist raining blows I am an arrow aimed at your secret I am a mean old fool whose greedy touch kills I know that all my passion and all my vision compels […]


O come, O come, and be our God-with-us O long-sought With-ness for a world without, O secret seed, O hidden spring of light. Come to us Wisdom, come unspoken Name Come Root, and Key, and King, and holy Flame, O quickened little wick so tightly curled, Be folded with us into time and place, Unfold […]

Kiss that crazy girl!

You’re gonna                jump into that wild blue         kiss that crazy girl                 move there                 stay here After all         This number         not […]


in the vast grand quiet         at the center                 of the mystery of existence                         if it is possible                 that a voice       […]

breaking waters

I wept                     when I first walked the river path           the rush of emerald waters                     broke against the rock                         […]

how you look

I’ve walked this path 1000 days seasoned with snow sun mist it changes how you look an eagle’s nest hides in that tree each day I marvel all the same stories spin around that tree the river hides in that stretch the edge of the water hides down that bend I remember the stones dappled […]

Don’t you know

Don’t you know who I am? You don’t know who I am. who am I? don’t know you. Am know don’t you who I Who I am, you don’t know.

winter twilight

pink sky fades to orange twilight deep violet beyond frosted mountains stand glowing against the sky cedar and fern point their silhouettes proudly against the splendid end of day. The emerald green river in its rage has changed its bed again the last few weeks of rest before spring’s thaw awakens its rage. Weary from […]