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Spirit Train Chronicles


Lotus Dance Press


All About Enlightenment

All About Enlightenment


Abiquor Center of Light




fog-wrapped near view world
keep both eyes on road?
persistence: to peer beyond

low tide micklers


build me a bridge

so I may return

after I venture where the gentle waves curl

and when I am bones

beneath the sea

may my prow crest like mountains on shores


(Late afternoon 19 January 2014, low tide at Mickler’s Beach, Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida. From a distance the shards of a wrecked boat hull in a tide pool {home to several clumps of starfish} looked like a miniature mountain range floating on the water…)

vast ocean
vast skies
vast light
vast wonder

shimmering, flickering
appearing in essence
arisen in a sweep of shadow
with needles of pain
and blossoms of joy

the stage feels so solid…
can it really be ought but light?


keep surfacing
returning for more…

more air?
more company?
more slices to tell you “not worthy”?

scarred and concealed
sustained by roots deep and hidden

the cracks heave
the painting peels
and still you return in kindness

ladders and windows
ladders to windows
rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your golden locks
unlock your memory
release your secret wisdom


one billion petals on the flower of life
one trillion worlds holding blooms
life’s water courses
life’s spark ignites
our world sleeps and dreams

one billion dreams, many thousands more lifetimes
thousands of bridges lead where
life’s travels swaddle
life’s visions persuade
holds dreams fast to land

one billion lands echo laughter, silent sadness
one cry brings insight within
life’s spark breathes deeply
life’s pause lifts fully
dreams bring us back home

no labels



Who’s to say?

You ask me for a word…

You offer me a word…

You take my words,

And assign a label.

From the zero point before labeling

To the blackened crash point once labeled

There emerges a gulping, gulf-ing ocean… of confusion and misinterpretation.

You ask me if that is the correct word?

How can I answer…

Assign your label…

Take: permission to re-define, re-describe, re-subsume my “reality”

And analyze accordingly…

The point completely missed, lost among the arbitrary yet meaningless words.

So I will sit and watch and listen

And contemplate the depth of love.


night life
anniston alabama
what’ll it be
starbucks or mcdonalds?
(is it army or marines?)

best not ask.

the hoppin’ packed joint leaves no asphalt uncovered
the jeep fits on the grass, tho.

(did you see those roll tide gray and crimson stripes on that thang?)

young man with natural ninja camo
and muscles like gourds of shea butter
might have been offended by my “sorry, I didn’t see you”
as I swung the door open into the darkness surrounding his face…
but he’ll never know my preferences
because I’m leaving – right now.

driving home from a wake,
smug atlantan.

superior in my angel-cloud-spotting serendipity
and my blessedness of knowing why i’m here
and my devotion to a friend’s mother.

i have no place for pride here,
or anywhere I may consider home.

we all cry tears of grief
that dissolve the himalayan salt
or lexan walls between us.