Amaroo

Refuges seeking asylum, we came
to the light of her southern hemisphere
seeking what all seekers seek, a sliver
of joy in an oft desolate orb, and

She welcomed us graciously, spaciously,
how the cuckabera laughed at dawn, how
magpies hip hopped o're the natty grass,
how wallabies stared at us, then leapt to
thickets where frogs croaked a steady tune.

She accepted us graciously, spaciously,
with breeze, fragrance, warmth, with
her southern light, with her promise of
stillness, with her unbridled beauty.

Like A Running Stream

God gives and God takes away,
and dust returns to dust, but
the words of my Guru linger

like a running stream.
surging and resurging,
turning and returning,

like a running stream
bounding and rebounding
tuning the taut strings of my heart,

murmuring, whispering,
singing to me, as my
days, hours, moments flow by.

Inspired by Primo Levy

Why is this night different from all other nights?
because on this night, we’re kids out past dusk, 

stars zigzag across the sky like marbles,
jugglers toss tangerines, eggplants dance in the streets.

Giant sequoias uproot themselves,

trudge across the tundra to Vladivostock.

those murdered in mass graves assemble themselves.

The sun cries tears of gold, the moon tears of diamonds,

all who mourn are gladdened, all who hunger come to feast,

Elijah descends from his chariot and sips of our wine.

Pharaoh’s heart is softened, and for moments,

all is possible, nothing impossible, we rejoice.

Until The Kiss

Always three princes,

and he, the jolliest prince in the world,
not the handsomest, nor most valiant,
but the jolliest, and she, Sleeping Beauty.

I hadn’t the heart to awaken her,
she looked so peaceful lying there, 

After our massage, we primped - two sisters, with combs,

oils, lavender mist, standing before a mirror.
“I could have slept for a hundred years,” she'd said.

She had a knack for plunging into cold water.
We’d lunched in the enchanted forest on
a bed of pine needles, where she’d yawned
lazily, almost falling asleep once more.

She'd taken the bumpy road to love, the
sand in your eyes, Lawrence of Arabia,
bumpy road to love. But one fine day, he appeared

exactly on cue, the jolliest prince.

He hadn’t the heart to awaken her,
she looked so peaceful lying there. But then,
without further ado, he leaned over 

and kissed her lips. She smiled, stretched out her long arms
and awakened. In truth, he was jolly,

not the handsomest, nor most valiant.
And thus it was, that she awakened.

Swept Out To Sea

Waves rage about me in an impetuous sea,
tormenting tides, swirling currents,
In despair, I call out, but no one hears.

I am swept out to sea, I scan the vista
for even a piece of drift wood, then
remember this breath. This breath, 

my anchor in an impetuous sea.

Under the Banyan

Magic, flow, flow, flow
gratitude, gratitude
grace and ease
beauty and light
bangles and curry
gardenias, roses, trust
stillness, peace.