let us accept

so where from
here? ever
expanding, little
by huge and
some by all.
steps and dances
feverish and slow
as the rising sun.
where is here now?
is it this ache
for "home"
that pulls a
joke from its
pocket, knowing
full well the
importance
of laughter,
while at the
same time
sitting on the rim
of a teardrop
the size of lake
huron? seems so!
it seems a sigh
sinks into this
ache and also
a great whale
of beingness
arises.
let us accept
because
that is being.

sweet gift

i'm
letting
go,
i'm
dropping
the mask
and the old
familiar tense.

holding on now
falls away,
the rivers'
current is
my flowing
and its roots
feed my soul.
i'm letting go
and the fall
is a wild wind
of words
that are
backwards
because i'm
falling up...

stillness and
a new depth
surround my
letting go
and i begin
to find
the mess of
my life
is a sweet
sweet gift.