Revelations

 She told her secret to anything

that would never breathe word

to a soul, because the truth pushed

from her ribs, flooded her throat,

coated her tongue--

but could not be heard 

for all the world.

It was only true. 

She told the moon

and it turned its face and buried

her secret for her 

in the tide.

She told the sun and it 

blushed to hear, and

made fog from the 

morning dew.

She told the stars that were so far away

it would take them forever to hear--

but somehow, they already knew.

And she found herself

telling the God she didn't believe in,

so she could hold her secret

in prayer, at least,

if she could hold him nowhere else.

Faith exists for truths

like these,

when there is nothing 

you can do.

The View from Here

 There is a door

I don't want to close.

Nothing will come of it,

I suppose,

but when I find myself

with little to do

I look through it and 

admire the view.

And every once in a while

a warm breeze

blows through.

Conversationally

 I'm

never knowing just what

I've said

or what you really think;

I'm stuck trying to read

between the lines

written in invisible ink.

I've crossed some boundary,

unaware--

wondering how to get things

square--

or maybe nothing happened at all,

and you don't really care.

Manifesting

 I am moving

the heavens into alignment

but trying to prevent collisions

considering all the futures

created by my decisions,

trying to dream responsibly

about impossible things,

and generally, still

up in the air

about the changes

my dreams bring.

Kintsugi

 I may have mended my cracks

with gold,

but the point was not to shine,

but to mend

the cracks

so that I could be 

refilled.

The shine

is a bonus.

High Priestess

 She raises from her bed

leaving her lover to sleep.

She greets the dawn,

the night behind her.

She is two lions,

one looking behind,

one looking ahead.

She is yesterday, today and tomorrow.

She has the power to be reborn.

She is....

thinking.

Then not thinking, just knowing.

He will awaken when he does

and follow when he will.

Or not.

She is the beginning

and the end of time,

and present

in the Ever Now.

Showing Up

 How are you showing up in the world today?

Intermittently, like misting rain?

Softly retreating, sun in the clouds?

Do you show up with anger,

and is it even the time?

Do you show up at all?

Do you show up when 

you hear the call?

For others?

For yourself?

Come through,

clear and consistent,

be seen.

Be where you are.

It beats being

nowhere at all.