A Handful of My Poetry

Do you hear the song of
My heart, love?

It sings a strange tune
I do not understand myself
But when I listen
It fills me with hope and love
Walls crumble down
By its sound
Worlds merge
Journeys change,
Time moves out of its containment
I experience flow
Like the rivers and oceans,
The moon and stars
Know how to move eternally
As if only this moment exists.

Listen, our hearts were meant to
Sing together

Like the heart,
The world expands and contracts
I want to be taken
To the place
In between
Where my heart
Knows itself.

Love, our bodies were meant to
Dance in unison

I long to dance
In wild liberation
In the midst of all chaos
To my own heart
Without regret, in love
And be as one
To the beat of the universe.

August 2007

Bliss

Gently, like rays of sunlight
sifting through the clouds,
her touch
of sesame oil & flower essence
cuts through
the skin of disbelief
and the endless
masquerades of mind;
to reach beyond
that which steals away
the present and
leaves everything
outside itself.

Gently, like a breeze
touches the leaves,
she clears the skies
and takes you
to the place
of all beginnings,
where all is born
by a spark of bliss.

October 2006

Love At Play

Swish with a graceful feather,
And a dash of delightful water
Look at them fly!
Two pink rose petals
Floating blissfully in the light.

In the forest of dreams and imagination,
Love plays like children
High above, leaves and branches are the guardians
Of the fire of the sun,
Entangling it like fingers.

Giggles fill the air
Two armfuls of red clovers,
Purple violets, kisses and hugs
In the green pond, heartfelt water lilies
Share their wisdom of life’s harmony.

And if you look more closely,
You’ll see creatures and things
Hiding in between the lines and shapes.
Think of it! Winding circles, fluffy flowers,
Couples embracing, orchid mouths;

Dancing, kissing, laughing
Kind, creative forms
Faithful to its own play
That unfolds into the late hours
Reaching us, as if in dreams.

When stars journey across the skies,
Love finds itself again,
Celebrating all eternity, in its perfect unity
Two petals dancing & laughing,
As they touch the warm soil, they once arose from.

June 2005

Ancient Voices

When Luna’s wild ecliptic dance sparkles red
New doors open to the heart of spirit.
When the slain Medusa and her deadly serpents
Rule our actions; we are ready to feel.
While power is used for greed and vanity,
In a world seemingly uncaring of its own worth,
Kali’s four arms are ready to strike or embrace.
At the time, we pause to listen to our shadows,
The gushing of Fortuna’s fountain will resound.
As we break away from the reflections of Narcissus’ pool
And listen wistfully to the echoes of time;
We are ready to experience love.
As Pegasus flies forth to shy away those nightmares
We created; new dreams are called forth,
Of rapture and poetry, wisdom and beauty.
When Maya wakes from her long slumber
Tara, rising from her lotus, will guide us across
To Gaia’s ancient land of friendly shapes,
Peaceful, caring hands, and abundant paths.

December 2004

Shiva & Shakti

When I dance with you
Forever entangled in your arms
The world dances with us,
Rapturously, ever-changing and untamable.

And the winds and waters whirl
Like the locks on your head.
And the earth and skies shake
Like the skin on your body.

The very elements that created us
Seem only held together,
Like pearls on a string,
Unsinkable in this field of our love.

June 2003

Lucina’s Moons

A frail sliver of light,
Illuminate like her many silvery moons
Opportune like warm winds on winter days
Fell on our paths,
Above and underneath the poles;
Traversing through unbearable shadows
Of red and green forests;
Of rowdy bricks, sand castles, and scraping pinnacles.
Touched us just for one ripe instant,
Like early morning’s dew in the desert,
When we weren’t looking
But seeing with clarity;

As fragile as the wings of the butterfly
A brush would complicate its flight
Awakened was every gesture, every feeling
That spring day
When flowers born of the sun
Budded in profusion
And snowy mountains appeared effortless
When the gods joined in
Under a different sky
All ears and eyes
As their sweet weaving unfolded
Around Fortuna’s fountain.

One, two in unison
We caught the sliver
Whether it was the charm of her moons
Or the auspicious flapping of Ganesha’s ears
The skies lit up the pathway amongst bushes and trees
Like a river it ran
Even on overcast and far distant days
By the day ever stronger to the sea
And the whirling world always frail and wild
A spirited hive of fireflies
And gently like those vibrant wings
We left changed forever.

November 2003

Sighting Spring

The wondrous, warm winter sun
When safe from his cold winds
Brings slivers of delight to my sight.
Through cracks and doors,
On window sills and floors
He falls like shimmering water
Spilling softly onto hands and feet;
Soaking my bare skin in his fire.
Immersed in this enchanted dance,
I remember the touch of your smile
As it melts everything deep within
Like those tender arms of the returning light

January 2002

Love’s Own Way

Whirling, playful child
As the cocoon bursts to reveal itself

Curled up peacefully
In the nest of two entangled kittens

Unspoken between the spirited chirps
Of the three wild grown sisters

Reflected in the polished pool
To which the curious eye is drawn

Revived by the simplest touch
As the savor of water to the thirsty

Immersed in the fragrance of untamed smoke
Writing soft, naked signals in the sky

And you choose the most familiar
Amongst the unpredictable

July 2002

Nectar of the Gods

Around the corner, the echo of your car
Engine sounds, and I turn to find
Your eyes in a stranger's face,
Your trickster smile and inventive hands
That touch so deeply that all disease disappears
Like migrating birds going to hidden corners
Of the world. So he smiles, this stranger
All is forgiven and saved; all sadness
evaporated, but ours. And I smile remembering
Your smell that grows under my skin now
Like sunlight and sea water, sweet and salty
The nectar of the Gods running in my veins.
Boundless and ageless, I solely wander the streets
Spilling emerald hearts everywhere I turn
Yearning to travel where our eyes used to take us.

July 2001

Midnight Train Ascend

In haste, on some Wednesday night,
she caught a train, well aware
she'd left her body's aching stones
on the ground, behind her now.
A circle of burning rocks flaring up,
its smoke carried away by the warm winds,
but from the unshut railway window,
they were only visible to her memory
and those who chose to travel by air.

In foreign train compartments,
there were faint rumors
of the places she'd gone to
like maps printed on her face.
"There is nothing," the voices whispered,
"She hasn't borne strongly and freely,"
but they knew not of that fatal meeting
that had banished the stone walls of her castle
to reveal places she had not yet dared go.

And so, unseemly, the train raised
itself above those tracks
as if wings grew suddenly
on its sides. And she flew out of
this world, away from departures
and last call tickets,
bittersweet kisses in doorways,
and teary eyes longing to have
that which never belonged to them.

August 2001

Change

Like a whirling dancer in ecstasy
Her hands entwined, her feet moving, twirling
Reaching out, in endless circling movements;
Unaware of its pure simplicity
You attempt to unravel its mysteries and meanings
Not seeing or feeling the essence of her steps
And so the dream of her dance swivels the world.

Treading beyond the dark, familiar soil
Where your wild flowers used to grow
Is it the leaves of another summer past
That causes this sudden rustle under your feet?
Bewildered, lost in the wilderness, you discover
The sun anew like it never was or ever will be again
It dances like her, a whirling light before you.

Then like in dreaming, everything stops whirling
Something comes out of the ominous darkness,
Her arms are light, her heart is silver
Penetrating the surface, she lifts the spells of the past
And seizes you until you sink into her sacred space,
Underneath those same turbulent skies of disbelief,
Where all is a dance of joy within.

December 2001

Something Bare and White

In the bare, white chalked room
with my hands wrapped
around my body
on the mattress
under the window
a slight warm breeze
plays with the yellow crochet curtain
and touches my face
like a feather
It feels like drifting

On the floor lies all of my belongings
a bag of clothes
and a pile of books
two cameras, cassettes,
photocopies, letters and the pictures of you
Sunlight falls onto the wooden, naked floor
where a thin column of smoke
from the burning incense
fills the room of high, empty walls
with the scent of myrrh

I imagine the old sofa
leaning up against the wall opposite me
the armchair with piles of papers and clothes
the big mirror on top of the drawer
and pictures on the walls
dolphins, images of Kali and Shiva
yantras and postcards from the world
Paris, Rome, The Far East, New Zealand
And home, whereever we may go,
is here among our things and us

The way the light falls
through the barred windows
outside the rusty, fire escape
and the view of the red brick wall
on the other side
feels like Rome sometimes
or somewhere in the Mediterranian
where the sun is merciless
the cities strange and dangerously poor
Where travelers are stranded crusaders

And on some days
when the light seems cold and naked
memories bring me back to Costinesti
on the boardwalk with our last night pizza
walking through markets and loud disco music
where young people dressed for fun
were tumbling over each other
giggling, shouting, never stopping
And you, tall, proud and dark
leading me determinedly through the crowds
never letting go of my petite, cold hand
to protect me from your world

When night turned to day
the danger had subsided
you kissed me on my cheek and left
to attend important matters
I watched you leave
from a brittle, wooden guesthouse bed
paid for by you
wrapped up in white, cold sheets
and nocturnal scents of you
listening for the sounds of the town
from afar, while meditating
on the bare, white chalked walls.

April 1997