Jean Gray, story of mine

Jean Gray, story of mine,
heroine gone mighty wild,
fearsome dark dark sadness roots,
horror yields the golden fruits
of care love impact, shining bright,
leaves of dust and fiery might
when it blows the walls come down,
illusions meet their breeding ground
showing bare the plain white walls
these murals they do strive to shroud.
can we listen loud and clear,
hear the voice we hold most dear?
Oh how we fight what we most love,
how deeply caring, lasting hope
so does endure our darkest doubts,
finding life within the heart
close to softness, heaven-bound.

Nurture, yes do nurture that,
that which lingers out past doubt,
a deeper sense of what is true,
what must be done, what must come through
our efforts weaker than they must be
to dispel the dark spread through me
light to counteract the might of
wanting wishing hoping fight
(the violence even palpable
whose each does meet with heavy feet)
winding downward towards the light,
hoping dearly, fighting might.

vow to stand strong stay upright
moving lithely, stinging might
keep going, never stopping til
you see what’s true and ever will

we go forth blindly never knowing
what will come or what will find us
wishing deeply having faith
that guiding us is just a taste
of what deep beauty, life, and love
does lie beyond the useless drugs
that calm us lift us help us kill us
trying never dying till “us”
breaks apart and then we see
the truth thus shattered, mighty, meek.

i sat out on a rock one night

I sat out on a rock one night
and told the stars about my plight
we whispered back and forth, delight
did pour between us in the night.

We giggled, cackled there together
sharing secrets hither thither
nestled in the cleansing light
making one, the same, together.

all around us whirled the sun
uniting space, separation undone
we clothed ourselves in witness, one
together-minded in the sun.

I sat there on the rock that night
closed my eyes and wondered why
in wondering, came faced with nigh
spinning, spinning in the night.

Oppernockitty, splish splash

Oppernockitty, splish splash,
a bow down to the dock
three lilies and a pilgrim, starfish wide.
Lake falls, pond ripple,
wide-eyed hope meets faithful dawn 
whose toes, rosy glow of devilish light, emerge as laughter’s twinkling eyes. Never again will I forget 
the life that broke me miles wide–to see! Again, 
the joyful smile of love’s sweet tender mocking eyes. 

The noose too tight, most loosen now, 
running fields to free the might;
trailing fingers flowers’ height.
Dress does blow in meadow’s nile
sun-drenched ripening virgin child–to see! Oh growth, 
that fickle time 
when hope meets death and trickles down.

Now! To see! The mourning light, 
turning turning fires bright
through ever-moving quiet night, 
still as ever, greatest height.

Inspired by Annie Dillard, A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

The Price of Love

You stood there wishing things were different
I wish I could have warned you,
the devil is in that difference.

There are better ways of
salvaging soul, reviving aliveness.
There are better ways like
saying hello to the trees in the morning, 
to the cracks in the street, 
to the clouds in the sky.

I tried to tell you with my eyes, 
but you wouldn’t look at me straight, 
like I was too bright and 
the sacrifice of your sight was too great. 
You were holding on so tightly that I had to let you go
knowing deeply, you alone must pay your freedom toll.

“Be careful with this one.”

you were from the future
moving faster than you knew
pure like a forest river
with a will so strong and true

here, here, only here
i knew the true shape of your fear
i held it tightly, love filled heart
that pulled away from doubting, doubt

turning turning round the forest
falling farther from your honor,
priestess, truth will tumble down
when those around you shirk the crown
hiding, they do fail to see
that truth will live, it cannot be
that staving off will ever bring
more joy than honesty’s kind ring.