Eternally

This poem is a quiet celebration of Being.

I Was A Rock Once

I was a rock once.

Solid, Strong, Patient, Calm

And very, very happy.

I was huge.

The world moved ever past me,

And my heart sang.

All the life in the world was a part of me,

And my heart danced.

Summer breezes tickled

The tiny crystals of my edges

And I hummed.

Winter winds cast sand against my sides

Smoothing, sculpting me.

And nothing, Nothing

Disturbed my infinite bliss, my rockness, my Self.

My face to the world was a steep, granite cliff

With ledges, nooks and crannies.

A dense, northwestern forest blanketed my back.

Ocean waves broke and played

Upon the rocky shores at my feet.

And all the while I watched

And remembered

And hummed.

El/2004

Obsess? Oh, Yes!

To me this is a comic piece. 
I love the playfulness of it and its truth. 

Such a sweet obsession - what's the harm?

Monarch Season

El/2010

You Obsess a Little

'You tend to obsess a little,' you told me late one evening.

Too true, I thought. I'm doing it now.

Recalling your comments that I've a very feminine nature

And you've a very masculine one, and my replies

On the delightfulness inherent in such polarity

And I think, what's not to obsess?

I shift into High Gear Obsession as you note I'm just to notice and

Not get excited about your statement or, I think, OBSESS, and

I feel us breathing softly together and becoming one breath as

Energy body edges permeate with sublime delicacy.

I muse onward, breathing softly, taking time

To feel totally, love passionately, and in my mind

Sparks, harmonics, rhythm and stillness

Merge in a languid dance of skin on skin.

A tongue tip touch, lightly here, then there

A warm, breathy kiss; then another

Then many quick little ones everywhere, tasting,

Drinking in your scent; sliding softly into surrender.

As we dance the discovery dance of opposing forces -

And as our joyful laughter punctuates the sweet sounds of fusion

My obsession peaks as Jimmy Page slides into the same, sweet passion

And the world stops, and I smile. 

El/2002

On the back of a Chai Receipt

Golden Flight, El/09

The following words came in a flood while walking along the beach at Rio del Mar.  Delighted, I bought a hot chai in order to use the back of the receipt to write the verse down.

I Am

I Am an expanded curiosity upon a new horizon.

I Am where the frequency of beauty permeates the physical.

I Am what laughter feels like to the Universe.

A heart-head rush of power and open attention

Subtle in certain ways, ballsy in others,

I am conscious, passionate Play.

How far up and out can one go?

How far in and down?

How bold?

How delicate?

How divine this exploration!




El...2001