Poems from the Chi Field

May I open not to that which is broken?

May I instead open to that which is reforming?

Unveiling Your Organs

Do not go to sleep

In the middle of the night

Awaken to all that lies hidden 

In your belly and your lungs

Waiting to breathe

Do not go to sleep

Exhale

Expanding in the night

Into all that stays quiet

Like a child hidden behind a tree

Waiting for their name to be

Called out in the park 

Under full moon and kicked cans

Do not go to sleep

When the body twists and turns

And undulates your spine open

And uncoils your wrists 

From where you are off hiding secrets

Of hesitation to raise up your hand

And scream out

I too have anger

And fear twisted 

Inside the grace of my hands

Holding back from my own divine connection

To all that I was born 

Already knowing

How to love

If you would also

Touch me

Knowing that which I do not yet know

Within the sinew of my bones and joints and limbs 

That when I stretch out to the world 

The world stretches back 

Waiting to welcome

a me

Walking Meditation

The union of

Fly on screen

Leaf falling

Bird alighting

Cloud floating

Hilltop rolling

Blackbird becoming two

I entering it all

Gently opening to being

Tree with fallen leaf

Sky with cloud of white to charcoal grey

Hill with gentle flowing edges

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Morning Reverie

It is morning in America

The rain falls lightly

But the wind blows with forbearance

That within the storm

We are all about to end our slumber

Or deepen into its depths

Rocked in the cradle of life

Knowing we are home in sun and rain and wind

Knowing we are one America

United not by what we consume

But by what we give 

And in return receive from one another's blessings

United not in what we produce

But in honoring earth for what it can sustain

A life worth living free of grasping

Free of fear

United not by our singular purpose  to export and profit 

But by the diversity of our voices rising up in song and rhyme and rap

Our voices becoming a chorus of delight. 

Delight delightful interconnection, inner harmony

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Liquid Light 

(Titled by Marina Illich)

It's time

To receive the light

To be the light

Share the light

Like the light of the sun it was never meant to be held

Bought, sold or traded

It was meant to warm the heart

Inspire the seeds to grow

Our frozenness to melt

Our rivers to flow

And rain down on us

It's time to hear the ancient bone’s horn

To lay down our arms

Pick up the gift that we are

And be present to all that may wish to carry it farther on the path

To the all beings who thirst for forgiveness, love, an end to sorrow

You are not meant to put it in your pocket like a lightening bug to die

You are meant  to call out alle alle um come free 

And see who comes out from hiding to touch the tree, 

The elemental ancient wisdom within tree and soul

And  Zhineng qi gong

You may do this quietly like gentle rain falling on dry soil 

Or loudly by knocking on the door of donor and doctor and dear ones 

Who wish to hear the call to freedom

The time is now

The present moment

When you feel called

To share your presence

Your shining gift of light within

And light about

The world does not need protection

The type created out of grasping and holding on for dear life 

It needs suuport as do you and I and infant child 

And doe and dying lizard crushed on the path

Do not speak falsely

Nether loose your voice to a prescription writen by another

But please for you and I 

And the animals of the rain forest, sahara and mountain peak

Speak you healing

Sing our your love

Dance your unfolding wisdom

And come home

To share the complexity of all that we are 

And all that we are becoming in one shared embrace.


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Non Believer's Miracle

You say you never step foot in a temple or church
Yet isn’t that a shell you are holding listening for the sea?
Isn’t it a temple you place hand to ear to heart?
And is the smile of recognition of 
Hollow sound of coral shell shining white
Not a miracle?
And when you watch the waves turn and pound back in
Noticing your heart swelling and breath deepening
This which has resonance within you
What do you call it?

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The Point There is no arriving at your destination The point changes based on where you look And what you ask of it It has no preference for it is Always before you But should you look to the side                                                    It will be there It is almost nothing And it is everything Or of it everything might be born It is you and more than you You of course are more than you You are one with all points of the universe Your point of view is not the point of view But informs it The point informs you too It is ever changing yet still There are no seven steps to the point But back and forth and up and down and round And round and round will do You might start or end there Or anywhere to arrive at the beginning again If it were otherwise the point would have Already arrived at its destination And the game would be over No more dice to toss onto the plane No longer any to cherish For what they might foretell No more jokers or Queens No more point to pull another card and see The brush of wind Or breath of sea It would always be the card you wanted Before you dreamed the one you never knew. by a me Mocking Bird's Reverie No matter where You write your truth I will Read it Whether it be on cave walls Or in pyramid depths Or  on earth With stick and stone I will Read it Whether it be on napkin Crunched beneath the table I will crawl down and Read it I will read it When you desperately Want that it Be heard But should you not be ready To unveil it like art work Awaiting completion I will wait Or if it is like a birthday Wish Blown out into the dimming light And you know the only way That it may come true Is to seal your lips tight I will respect that too. But should it come On a mockingbird's wing Who awakes me In the middle of the night Or if you drum it On earth with your prayers At dawn I will sense it If you bless the water I will read it in the glimmering Light of sun on water And see what you have transcribed on the Flow of life I will listen because you are And always will be my Mother, brother sister, father, child of mine I will never stop Listening, For to stop would be like Closing my eyes Shutting my ears Refusing to move For you are all a part of me Sea Wind Fire of the sun Leaf falling Back aching Heart breaking Root of My life Tree in winter, summer, spring And I am you And you are me I am listening And now that you have Sung to me Drummed to me Prayed with me I will forever be listening To where and when and how You speak to me Under the covers I will be there Looking at the night  sky I will be there Singing to the morning birds I will be there And running on seedlings underfoot I will be there For I could be no where else And I know you have read The waves at the shore The tea leaves in my hand The tarot card I drew from a deck Of fools and knaves For you are me Whenever we forget this And do not hear our unique Contribution to the chorus of life From stick banging on earth To candle quiet in wish making May we remember Bum bum, bum bum, Bum bum. ame April 4, 2011				8/23/11		Delete