Birthday Streamers

Arising on a sculptured cliff

Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar

As she had welcomed me the day before with

A misting flutter through cypress branches.

Yet, pulling back the curtains,

A clear day dawns with

Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon

Like Birthday Streamers

Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.

Surrounded by whistles and chirps,

Frogs sing in their creek while

Monarchs and bees call among

Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:

All the world will celebrate

And say you are loved

If you listen.

Between Earth and Sky

Pour your rain upon me

Until my rivers swell

And creeks appear on every path

Race through my forests

With your gusts and gale forces

Fell the dead towers

That no longer serve me

And stand in the way of our

Evolving Dance

Crash them onto my soft, supple body

And I will transform them into new life

While we sing of our union

Our balance and harmony

That’s greater and more powerful than time

Two Poems for Earth Day

To honor Earth Day, this year I am sharing two poems to show the beautiful and devastating reality of being a human on this planet right now. Both of these poems are remixed excerpts from my book Varanasi Sage.

“She Comes to Me”

I am soft and humble, yet unafraid

To share space with Titans,

Entities Unfathomable,

Spirits born from the depths.

I am a guest in their great hall.

Quietude surrenders me,

Dissolving me into the air,

The empty space.

Here

She comes to me,

The truest part of me, for

I am made of Her living body.

My heart turns over to Hers,

And our sacred Oneness,

Endlessly present in time.


“Where a Temple Once Lived”

Ghosts stand visible with

Charred, barren limbs

Naked arms reach for mercy

Bodies no longer breathing

No longer creating clouds

Nor home for animals and insects

Burned alive

Electrical wires cross the hills

Like music lines forming

Measures of a strange and deadly song

A transmission tower’s guilty buzz

Plays the melody composed by

Corporate greed

Man wasn’t exiled from the Garden

He chose his depraved separation