Gaian Divine

tactile:

ocean breeze cleansing soul
wet clay, oozing through fingers
sandy toes wiggling in wave foam
effleurage petrissage
giving facial massage
cashmere yarn
silk velvet

oral:
pink lady apples
garden picked peaches
fresh made lemonade
parantha bread
personal culinary experiments
spring water cupped to drink
licking an ice cream cone
cognac

occular:
lighted night sky
river movement
butterfly dragonfly tag
wind mussing globe willow's tresses
lover's grin
Rod McKuen's poem,
"When I Was Nine"

aural:
hawk song  
wind chimes
beaver's burping
children's giggles
friend's merriment
migrating cranes
happy dog yips
thunder
creaky redwoods sway
church bells

olfactoring:
heirloom rosebushes
lavender fields
bearded irises
russian olive blossoms
towel dried babies
rain soaked desert
herbal soup simmering
old grove forests
ocean tang



life is good. it's good to be us.
spirit of divine ever present

Parchment Charmed

Antiquarian's exclamation,
unexpected uncovering.
Cradled in palms
gently brailling worn cover,
bindings loosened by time.
Archeologist's delicacy
softly brushes breath
across particles,
releasing dust of ages.
Cobwebs enchanting,
veiled till now.
Tender whisper turns leaves,
tracing fortune's path.
Lips resound ancient muse.
Poetic duet spans eon,
a ladling of troved gems.

beyond form

Every evening, the dragonfly lands on the Bull's horns to tell tales of her day's roaming. She speaks of wind currents and whispers of coolness riding same, where water lifts its cheek for caress. She mirthfully clicks imitations of frog song meant to lure her as lunch to lily pad. Weaving with floral color, she laces the delicate texture of subtly perfumed lotus.

Whether hovering, skipping with breezes or playing dip-your-toe tag with others, certain was the pleasure awaiting her as dusk begins slow cadence to moon hum. It's in his listening, at day's respite, she dares share. His presence delights her. She knows her joy as a hug.

Slight modulation in breath, with fly swishing tail, the Bull listens for specific airwave band. She is a sound all her own. He smiles through his chawing. Startled was he, the first time she'd lit. These were unfamiliar fractalled eyes gazing into his. They displayed rainbow facets unseen before. Iridescent in pupil and translucent wing, she paused to brush dust from them. More astonishing than her arrival, were her questions. Did she not realize, a shake of head was death knell force for insubstantial such as she.

Fazed not, she rises airborne at slightest movement on his part. First to his left, fast feint sideways, zip around, land again. Her acrobatic ability was dizzying, although now he knows it as her dance. Her being lifts him. He feels his heart grow lighter.

delicate essence

i am you.
you are surrounding me.
i dreamed i entered you
using tongue to taste
cranium and brain stem.
from within you,
i am you.
consciousness seeps into
sinew, pulse and tissue.
i lengthen my knowing
on the slide in from
rectory to oratory.
you are immersing me.
seeing through your eyes,
i spill seed of joy.
i am your deep belly
laughing.


2004

Hexigram

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