Tuesday, December 05, 2017


Acceptance is not for the acceptable
What need have they for it?
Where would they keep such a thing?
There is no room in the inn.

No, acceptance is for the unlovely
The tattered and diseased
A gift to those whose pockets have room enough
Because they are so full of empty

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Vague

Every time it gets me
Folds me up inside
Creases up my spaces
Until everything tears

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

We who burn to shine and yearn to climb
Bright towers where dragons do not lie in wait
Do not wait do not pause
To take in the sights.
To turn out the lights.
Take out the trash.
Preplan the flights.
What's the rush? Everything!
Stacked like dominoes in a Jenga Box
Poised for tumbling when the music stops

Burn to shine to forget the time
Forget ourselves
For one bright moment
Where we flow like stars
In our own galaxy

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

When you were different
On the day you were made
Ideas pressed together
Into soft papered flesh
There you breathed
Though you had no lungs
Or air to do the breathing
And no exhale marked an end
Or marred the wholeness
Of perpetual inhalation
Gulping in raw connection
Like a black hole
Like a sponge
Like the first unblink of a newborn
When you were different
On that day, before you made
Your first exhalation.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Silent Retreat

God struck me
So that I rang like a bell
And all my joints ached with fatigue
Yet it was not God who struck
For God was not there

God stirred my dreams
Like some vast prophetic vat
Bubbling thickly against the surface
Yet it was not God who stirred
For God was not there.

God ran His hands through my pain
Till its eddies shimmered drowning rainbows
Till they too were lost
But it was not God's hands
For God was not there

God came to me in the silence
In the stillness between thoughts
And held me within eternity
But it was not God who held me
For God was not there

God stood still on a lonely hill
As the Wellington breeze tore at the weak winter-sun warmth
And watched unmoved as I died
Yet it was not God who watched
For God was there already

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Until you speak to the silence in me
I shall never hear its voice

Monday, June 05, 2017

I chased my shadows
And became the sun