Glass Wall

i long to touch,
and initiate an intimacy,
with every soul
that i glimpse.
i stand on one side of a glass wall,
hands pressed
against the cold glaze,
seeing your skin,
pulsing,
warm,
with life.
someday we will melt the glass.
it will come swirling, crashing down like a waterfall:
tears, once crystalized,
flowing at once
in a release of warm
pulse;
human joy.

Ring Finger

this ring binds me to liberation
it cycles me back to my origin
a constant flow from heart to hand
pulling me with coursing centripetal force
towards my center
which is a deep passion
a calibrated purpose
a compass that spins perpetually
yet never seems to point
anywhere else
but outward
and inward
at the same time.

sunset over soy bean hill

sunset over soy bean hill
clouds draw pastel curtains
o'er retiring face
of gold

i store knowledge under my bed
as if it will make my
dreams
more illuminated
or my body
more prepared
for the secrets
only pillows know

taking a bath on a summer morning
is like bathing in light
but with bubbles

Incense

Smoke from incense
Fire's ghost haunting my room
Curling and beckoning
I wash my face in it and
breathe, spirit
Like a veil unraveling
grey threads;
the mourning, threadbare
and fragrant

Looking out of an airplane window

the ocean has a skin
it bleeds onto the earth