Sunday, August 22, 2010

silver merchant

When he speaks
I hear
a silver merchant
pushing his cart to market.
The tinkling, jingling,
of goods on display
that stirs and awakens
a sleeping town.
And the merchant smiles,
crooked, sincere,
at the promise of
a bountiful day.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010


Kali-Ma twirls in my root tonight,
leaping, laughing, screaming, loving.
Freedom, wild and divine,
running through woods.
My sacral explodes in light,
ignites Manipura,
expanding in spheres,
spinning loose fears,
and I am,
I am,
I am