poetry – Spontaneous Presence

Stray Thoughts

Here by the water the only constant is the wind, the waves behave as if they couldn’t be bothered to

Gratitude, I am your listening post,perched on the shoulders of mountains,in the grasses, in your granite faces,reclining in the long

These bones are now but drying dates shriveling in the sun. In the morning, they squabble with each other like

Listen for the Beloved. The walls fall down. Listen for the Beloved. The Stories wither to dust. Listen for the

Tell me again how we all came from the same place. Where you are here, opening your palm to the shaking