kiss from a shortstop

It was truly the only time I desired a kiss from a shortstop.

Muscles tensed in anticipation,

Ponytail fluttering, windsock-like,

gauging direction and speed,

as she waited, crouching, open armed,

Welcoming the speeding white orb.

Swallowed up in her cat like grasp,

For a split second, suspended in my memory, a Greek statue,

Brown and glistening,

Balanced on one foot,

Turned and launched,

A rocket blur of arm.



The first baseman,

Uncoiling as a human slinky,

toward the throw,

Ball disappearing in a white puff of dust.



My shortstop, my Grecian work of art, turns,

thumb up in my direction,

Goddess of the diamond,

“Told you I could” smirk in her smile.

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