The Salmon Soul Speaks

 written from the spring of Life that flows through Ireland as a river of Love

I will live as a river flows,
carried by the delight of my own unfolding.
I will swim the milky Way of Love
out to sea and back again.
Salmon in cycle, my soul,
soul as return, river, rebirth
into the matter of spirit --
unfettered
bursting banks
clearing the land
shaping stone into star
and egg into fire.
I am the current of GOD that remains
ever changing but ever unchanged. 

   

Eno River Walking: Visual Verse

Please click on the image above to enjoy a ~10 minute "visual verse video" I've put together which includes my own photography of the Eno River and local area, as well as myself reading my "Eno River Walking" poem. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

    

Magicicada tredecim

In the thirteenth year they came,

fat caramel bodies tymbolling at noon, 

one month to molt, mate, birth and die.

Summer arrives from under ground.

This brood of lovers

like lightning discharged through a storm of sound.
  

Vibrant cicada hum, lust without shame:
so too my heart hums, a low throaty tune,
and feels the sky's reverberant reply.

Hydrologic Dao

O River--
our lives are but seeds on your tide,
born away on the Pathless Path
from mountains to sea
     and back again,
reincarnated as rain.

  
  


 

Snow Snow Snow

My mind is full of snow.

Air turns soft with feathered light–
ten thousand stars falling to earth,
a nest of dreams in winter down,

nothing but stillness
and heart hushed with wonder.

Hunger

Full moon

deer crunch frost-bitten grass
white tails, short beards quiver in the cold
ears alert, noses hoaried by first snow
crystallized breath, falling, falling
into tree shadows long against a blue white earth

nothing but silence
                   and ice-jawed winter,
gnawing from inside out. 

   

  
  
  

Heart

Little wild song bird,
love is not a cage
but a nest
to which you return
day after day.