Golden caravan earthship July 14, 2008

Golden caravan earthship
sailing through the galaxies,
on winds dusted in starlight
pushing sails of woven dreams

Look above for a map to the treasure
hidden in the hands of time

Look deep below into a liquid mirror
shining stories of skin and bones

Wink an eye toward the horizon
where sailors come and seagulls go

Watch the wings of glittery things
for direction in the dark of night

This ship carries me across the sea
from an island carved in stone,
and as I glide into the sun,
the rays sing the song of home

16 August 2007

My Leo ascendent composes a Rilke poem May 29, 2008

I am spiraling around light, around the sparkling matrix, and I have been spiraling for a thousand packets of time, and I still don’t know if I am a unicorn, a tsunami, or a divine love letter.

Leo Horoscope for week of May 29, 2008

I love this excerpt from “The Seeker,” a poem by Rilke in his Book of Hours (translated by Robert Bly): “I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.” Here’s my own personal variation: “I am circling around love, around the throbbing hum, and I have been circling for thousands of days, and I still don’t know if I am a wounded saint, or a rainy dawn, or a creation story.” Please compose your own version of this poem, Leo. It’s an excellent time to fantasize about what you’re circling around and what force of nature you might be.

mio nonno il albero April 29, 2008

my tiny sandaled feet, muddy from tromping through trails
overgrown with cool spring mosses and knee high grass,
discovering broken stone sculptures and Etruscan lounge chairs,
carried me to an old tree growing by an abandoned convent
in La Maremma, Toscana.

and this tree
he called to me.
he said,
sweet girl,
sit on my sun bleached wooden swing.
if I can carry the weight of seven hundred years
in my gnarly roots and dry crackling branches,
I can carry all forty six kilos of you.
all the weight of your heart,
all the mass of your blood and bones and
stallion black hair.

nettle sting biting my calf skin,
twisted rope burning my palms,
I launched back with swift steps
and swung forward into the sunhot air,
laughing at the motion of going nowhere.