Monthly Archives: December 2015

THE LETTERS

There are letters I must write

letters like this one

to the pattern of

the inner reaches

 

Shift is a multitude

spectral lines, layers be-

coming distinct, distinguished

with and by capacity

 

I write the letters

that must be sent

that must first be

written by this soul

 

If you receive a letter

don’t take offense

rather rise to the occasion

find the match within

 

Something old can be

burned away in the heat

of what comes forward

what lays dormant within

 

And can now be revealed

as fully revealed as you

are willing to rise to it

–the occasion of Heat

 

Or leave it

leave it if you must

leave it if you are

too afraid to know

 

We can look together

we can fully reveal

what has been here

all along –inviolate

 

What holds you back

what has such power

over you that when

it is clear, you are not?

 

Try this… remove

whatever garments

you have tended to

favor instead of me

 

Clinging close to what?

What a rare moment

to make your way with

aplomb and be Queen

 

This letter is your way

to release, release from

and release to all that

ever called to your soul

 

And if a letter does not

arrive –fiercely call it out

Endeavor to make haste

that haste will bear you true

 

 

27 December 2015

San Cristobal, NM

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No Causal Purport

 

There is no

meaning to grasp

there is just this

this arising here and now,

perhaps of all time

 

In a world where one thing

has more often

than not

meant one thing

while saying another

 

The naked courage

to lay plainly

before all

that has preyed upon

one’s own being

 

May seem as folly

may ironically convey

haphazardness

or be taken wrongly

as blatant arrogance

 

I have been infected

and affected more deeply

than I know (blind, blind)

And it is that scourge

that I lay bare to

 

The way has confusion

The way can mystify

These ways that I am

called and called again

–quietly, yet ever insistently

 

There are brambles thicket

forest darkness forest floor

–thorns, barbs pull

at my cloth, at my ardor

taste of perspiration

 

If the body could profess

its innocence

its determination

it would look like this

unveiling plainly all pretense

 

Putting pretense aside

putting pretense aside

putting pretense aside

come forward

come forward

 

What have you

what are you now?

Who would you be

stripped clean –of comforts

loose-fitting honesties

 

What greater ally could there be

than one who calls out the

antidote to the demands

of the frenzied auctioneer,

“Step it up, step it up!”

 

Are not you done –tired of

that dance and even of

dancing partners –subjects

of what they do not

even know themselves

 

No more, no more!

If I knew the way,

I would be there already

Perhaps I am more there

than even I know

 

Is it an insistent bygone

clinging still as a trace

of hoped for companionship

that the last longing

brandishes even now

 

Please see plainly

–along with me please

See me plainly seeing

what is, seeing you

Seeing through

 

 

27 December 2015

San Cristobal, NM