• Olive oil
• Tofu
• Fresh green beans
• Walnuts
• Garlic
• Cayenne pepper

Love

There is the flow again

I watch it, quietly
So as to not get attached
Not separate from
The sensations 

The subtle
Soft playful tingling

The deep
Responsiveness, longing opening

It’s like melting and joining the flow that is my home.

Everything is just fine.
Just fine.

The longing, the pain, the love.
The openness, the tentative openness.

I revel in this moment, aware of its shyness
Its vulnerability
Its contraction and flow
Contraction and flow

I watch it, quietly.

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WEST WIND #2

You are young.  So you know everything.  You leap
into the boat and begin rowing.  But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul.  Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart's little intelligence, and listen to
me.  There is life without love.  It is not worth a bent
penny or a scuffed shoe.  It is not worth the body of a
dead dog nine days unburied.  When you hear, a mile
away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
sharp rocks - when you hear that unmistakable
pounding - when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
plunging and steaming - then row, row for your life
toward it.

Fundy

Unfold

I'm too alone in the world, yet not alone enough
to make each hour holy.
I'm too small in the world, yet not small enough
to be simply in your presence, like a thing--
just as it is.

I want to know my own will
and to move with it.
And I want, in the hushed moments
when the nameless draws near,
to be among the wise ones--
or alone.

I want to mirror your immensity.
I want never to be too weak or too old
to bear the heavy, lurching image of you.

I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed, I am false.
I want to stay clear in your sight.

I would describe myself
like a landscape I've studied
at length, in detail;
like a word I'm coming to understand;
like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime;
like my mother's face;
like a ship that carried me
when the waters raged.