Where My House Meets the Sun 

My window is opened wide towards the fresh southern breeze all the time

My shelter sits just right so that my shadow touches the sun from the ground

Green and gold surrounds me

My glow is orange head to toe

I see dust floating, it’s basking

At a natural pace you arrive on time

It seems the sun follows you here

So, the moon waits to steer you home

Your disposition is easy to remember

A darkness cannot separate me from you

When all we are is this bright light

We intend to banish all insignificant thought

So we can be spent in boundless love

Your disposition is hard to forget

When you’re here all the time

Drummer Boy

A desert of golden hue

Shadows move back to where they stood

The Sun sets the evening view

Its blaze begins to flicker

The moonlight guides loom

Shine White bright

The things you think,

Should they be brought to light?

We take the long way outside our minds

Suffering is long and birds chirp all the time

Today

A drummer dies

I think about a friend

My son bathes

The cleansing of the day

My daughter sings

Her laughter stays with me

The mountain breathes easy

My dog sleeps with me

A mind is heavy to hold when you think all the time.

Bacalar

The place where the sky was made

Where everything we gave stays

Time is on a different plane

I taste its waters

Life was made

Rivers flow under to bless this space

It’s a chance encounter

Where birds nest and gods rest

Time Well Spent

To seek truth consistently

To only find comfort

To feel so deeply about something

To accept we know nothing

To surrender to natural law

To get so inside yourself where everything just is.

To accept the humility that comes with accepting reality is enough.

This is time well invested

We are not anything.

We are something.

The yearning of knowing something

Art makes us some kind of something

We will never know what is the meaning.

This is all we can do.

Today, Afternoon

The pecan tree

A century Old

Shades my body with its leaves

The sun peaks in when the branches leans

The agave sits next to me

Hummingbirds are working

The dogs are barking

A wind is turning

Mother sierra at all sides of me

Free

I’m Loving

I know I’m not meant to be here forever

I’m just passing through.

As long as I’m here

I’m loving

What’s left to do?

In the Desert

In the desert, life is occulted.

But so much is there.

Everything takes what it needs.

Nothing wants to drink all the water.

Thus it thrives.

Golden Hour Perspective

When the hour is just right and the sky shifts to purple

When you can’t feel the difference between your body temperature with that of the desert’s.

That’s the golden hour

That’s when you are Blended and exhaled by the desert.

You are as big as the desert.

You are the desert.

It’s not just the colors

Before the agave dies

It blooms the most beautiful flower.

The only flower it will ever show

Then returns back to the desert

When things are left as they should they will bloom.

Back to the Start

There’s a black screen in my mind

I have no capacity to think

It’s taken a lot

Now I’m looking for what it gave

I start something just to begin again

And again and again and again

The loop brings me to the beginning again

I’m standing on a rock again

Looking out, trying to talk again

But my teeth are on my lap again

It’s taken a lot,

A hard mass to drag around

But I will begin again

Road Block

A block in my brain

A lock on my tongue

A wall to climb

A heart to heal

A body to cure

Life to feel