Sunday, April 26, 2009

Full Gallop

Dad told me stories of he and his Uncle Crist, a horse trader and sheriff.
While driving a herd to Eureka, South Dakota, dad drove the wagon.

It was several day's journey.
At the end they raced a hailstorm home to cover.

When I was 10, we had a white and black pinto.
He was jumpy at first.

Dad taught us a lot
about horses.

(this morning's page from my journal)

Full Gallop

First is trust

by touch and whisper
velvet strokes
and scent shared
till silent's question
answers only
to riding bare-back
at full gallop.
Hold back nothing
in love.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Walk in the Borderland daily
Come and go at will
Between two worlds
One always waiting
Meeting where darkness
Becomes the light
And silence calls me

Monday, April 20, 2009

Creation: from Secret to Celebrate

Don't even think it
to yourself
till it is ready.
Silence, ye thinkers!
Crosswords instead.
Or numbers dropping.
But when it's ready
your heart beats the drum
and Soul knows.
Speak. Say it out loud.
And write it
in song.
Sing what your soul knows.
Sounding the drumbeat,
the heart song
for freedom.
thought Creation.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

this moment


lock eyes with a baby

discover truth

for soul

is only now

till eternity

calls me

to the next



A Song, a Dream, a Flight

Ears of disbelief
on a day flight to Pheonix
song of a treefrog
I'm certain.
Where is the plumwood?
What seat carries dreams?
A boy of nine once
I walked the woods path
at night. Quickly.