Monthly Archives: December 2015


There are letters I must write

letters like this one

to the pattern of

the inner reaches


Shift is a multitude

spectral lines, layers be-

coming distinct, distinguished

with and by capacity


I write the letters

that must be sent

that must first be

written by this soul


If you receive a letter

don’t take offense

rather rise to the occasion

find the match within


Something old can be

burned away in the heat

of what comes forward

what lays dormant within


And can now be revealed

as fully revealed as you

are willing to rise to it

–the occasion of Heat


Or leave it

leave it if you must

leave it if you are

too afraid to know


We can look together

we can fully reveal

what has been here

all along –inviolate


What holds you back

what has such power

over you that when

it is clear, you are not?


Try this… remove

whatever garments

you have tended to

favor instead of me


Clinging close to what?

What a rare moment

to make your way with

aplomb and be Queen


This letter is your way

to release, release from

and release to all that

ever called to your soul


And if a letter does not

arrive –fiercely call it out

Endeavor to make haste

that haste will bear you true



27 December 2015

San Cristobal, NM

No Causal Purport


There is no

meaning to grasp

there is just this

this arising here and now,

perhaps of all time


In a world where one thing

has more often

than not

meant one thing

while saying another


The naked courage

to lay plainly

before all

that has preyed upon

one’s own being


May seem as folly

may ironically convey


or be taken wrongly

as blatant arrogance


I have been infected

and affected more deeply

than I know (blind, blind)

And it is that scourge

that I lay bare to


The way has confusion

The way can mystify

These ways that I am

called and called again

–quietly, yet ever insistently


There are brambles thicket

forest darkness forest floor

–thorns, barbs pull

at my cloth, at my ardor

taste of perspiration


If the body could profess

its innocence

its determination

it would look like this

unveiling plainly all pretense


Putting pretense aside

putting pretense aside

putting pretense aside

come forward

come forward


What have you

what are you now?

Who would you be

stripped clean –of comforts

loose-fitting honesties


What greater ally could there be

than one who calls out the

antidote to the demands

of the frenzied auctioneer,

“Step it up, step it up!”


Are not you done –tired of

that dance and even of

dancing partners –subjects

of what they do not

even know themselves


No more, no more!

If I knew the way,

I would be there already

Perhaps I am more there

than even I know


Is it an insistent bygone

clinging still as a trace

of hoped for companionship

that the last longing

brandishes even now


Please see plainly

–along with me please

See me plainly seeing

what is, seeing you

Seeing through



27 December 2015

San Cristobal, NM