unintentional

Unintentionally seductive
Inadvertently sensuous
Innocent intent
Joyous smile
Thaws, then melts
My yearning heart

Momentary exposure
As light reflects on dew
The soft white skin
Lower back
As she moves
Without thought

Nervous flutters, twisting her hair
Coyness, shy in her movements
Her hesitant smile
Unaware
At this moment
Of her power

The unexpected, the unplanned
Beyond all schemed attraction
Passion, love, grace
Her movement
Her passion
Source of desires

mysterious

Mysterious
Obscure, Sublime
Out of Space, Out of Time

Return to one
Our separate soul
A million sparks form one whole

For you are me
As I am you
Regardless of our faith, our place, our hue

This soul of yours
This soul of mine
Both connected, both divine

That part of you
This part of me
Connected in eternity

The good, the bad
The short, the long
Blend together in one song

And we dance it
And sing the song
Living the mystery our whole life long

Ashley Flies

She tiptoes through time zones
Dancing lightly from sea to sea
Soft music eight miles high
Through miles of space she sings to me

Hemispheres like stair steps
The rivers, her thoroughfares
And each new unknown tongue
All create the wardrobe she wears

Human kaleidoscope
Open before ser searching eyes
Earthly merry go round
Turning below her as she flies

Adventure, a new awe
Where ever she chooses to roam
Like a kite on a string
Always she is tied to her home

Zen Master

At your feet
master
enlightened one

No mystical magics need you
only peace
only compassion
only silence

At your feet
I hear
no illusions

No fear of punishment need you
Only Dharma
Only truth
only love




in audiance with Zen master Fukisama- June 30 2001

Korea's song of han

Now we sing a song of Han
A song of sorrow for the day
A journey that once seemed long
Has nearly slipped away

Epiphany enlightenment
Sacred sights and sounds
Buddhist Monks and Shinto shrines
We walked on holy grounds

I have not found the words as yet
That do justice to the quest
Inadequate the sounds I have
As I describe the test

Ah-di-da, she sings, we sing
On this, our last of days
Everything is like a vapor
And this vapor drifts away

Based on jennie Kim’s Song of han –Korea 2001

my muse

A dream takes shape on
Page for me
In black and white
Simplicity
My hands create imagined
Scenes
My visions fly on graphite
Wings
And I feel the kiss, but
never see
The gentle muse who
Inspires me

Dante's Beatrice

( I wrote this after reading Dante's "La Vida Novo".. a tale of lost love, and love from a distance)

See Her Now
She has a newness
Purity and goodness break against me
Like waves in her wake
As she passes

From now on
I am impeded
For one stronger than I has come
To rule over me
Love compels me

Beatrice
My lips form your name
Yet, Angels whisper, their eyes lowered
Oh, sweet child of God
Vision of love

Prisoner
This flawless soul
A vision to a flawed, sinful world
Now, behold my heart
It burns for thee

Breathless, I
Fearful to speak
Deaf and dumb, lame to act, struck so by God
yet, slyly, listen
To others, speak

Like a shadow, hidden and pale
Cast across yon wall, as this saint glides by
Not daring to gaze
Into her eyes

Love, like a thief
Has stolen from me
That which no earthly court may reimburse
My very heart, soul
Possessed now

Weakness, my pain
can she read this?
Etched on my face, boldly, by love himself
Core of my being
Screams out her name

So, I suffer
Blissfully, I wait
Forever, forever beyond my reach
Agony of love
Unrequited