daninmaya

Through green doorways dance

the early twigs of spring 

sun and rain a potent brew

the soft moist buds of beginning 

the dwellers of the frozen ground 

must wait for their renewal 

and the strength of green 

persistent purpose 

I have lived in the times 

of the myth of truth

the thinning out of facts

and information 

they are less than smoke 

molecules that lost their way 

we can touch 

but what can we hold

hands around our heart 

In the times of double x

and triple y

on becomes off

and forward left behind 

found is near

and darkness means inside 

I can is spoken love song

and loud is echoes in the street

There is a complicated tightening 

of the muscles of my planning 

and a thinning of the liquid 

flowing in my time 

it’s pushing its way hard 

over the jagged rocks of patience 

while the hidden sun waits to warm

the purpose of my pointed passion 

Could this be the mystery 

that you couldn’t solve 

or find

with answers to the questions

no one asked 

the smell lying in the air 

the taste of death on the lips 

clothing that removes itself 

from weary bodies

finds hooks and hangers 

as best it can 

and blends into the wrinkled walls

with the lack of endings 

and the silent shoulds

No is not the other side of yes

no is a whole world 

the only purpose of no

is to find the door 

windows don’t work 

you can see the tide coming in

little grey nos are swirling 

around your feet

When they say the odds

are one in a thousand 

are they reduced by half

after five hundred times 

on the day after nine hundred 

and ninety nine 

is there certainty at last 

will I go out the door smiling 

A line that draws a circle 

draws a square 

the words that speak to water

speak to air

the trees that reach to heaven 

reach the ground 

the love that grows in silence 

grows in sound 

Time and the question hang

in the stale air

the wheel has turned 

now live it

and love it

the wheels turn and turn 

wind ruffles the soft green buds

of the new fir fingers 

rain has come 

eyes open in every direction 

Sliding sideways through life

with both hands 

on the slippery guardrails 

in my mind 

take a slow deep breath 

drifting into the smokey clouds

of the confusing conversation 

about the meaning of words 

and approaching end of nothing 

nothing at all