scene of a virtuous act

the scene
of a virtuous act
inspected for clues

why do his shoes not match?
why is the blood perpetually warm?
from what sky did this dove fall?

something of everyone
is here to be found
a hint in the whispers
we steal as voyeurs

and who has ratted out the innocent one;
condemned the martyr?
whose greatest crime
was love

of which the trees speak

the joy
of which the trees speak
up in the branches
worms and birds cradled
in love, as green as the Dark Mother
the light of the heart chakra
the color of mold
the sequence of practices we follow
to reach the hem
of your red-tinted robes

trippy

the music is ethereal
people enter slowly
synthesizers pulse through each other's valleys
a drum beat sidles up to the ordeal
Chai Cola and something good to read
fresh lilies, arranged in a milk bottle

A Thank You

I was just inspired to offer a heartfelt thank you to those who read my blog. There are only a few at this point who do. But I hope your day, and your lives, are going the way you wish them to.

true story

cute, old couple
enjoying their purchase,
climb into their new, red Honda

a bright cardinal soars past
alights in the bushes
by the front bumper

O, Israel

No land is worth

The blood it costs

To buy it

Better to live

In the sky

Alive

Than dead

On the Earth

Dead

To the brothers and sisters

We need to love

In order

To breathe

playing God

playing God
why play?
throw some lightning bolts