Description of blog

Sometimes I write about the Valley. It is a type of meditation that was developed by Carlo Lopez. You quiet the mind and let your spirit speak to you through elements of the Valley; River, Fire, Lion, your bird to the left, your four-legged animal to the right, to name a few. It is a journey worth making.

Sunday, February 26

Our Days

Our morning birds

Here comes one
and another
they chirp for
food and
we give them
smiles


Our afternoon laughs

The sweat,
the smells,
your skin and
my hair,
my caress and
your kiss,
sounds of
pleasure,
a chorus of
laughter;
all one,
all in our room
of light


Our late night kisses

How sweet those
kisses
the ones you
press
on my forehead,
my cheek,
my hair
as I sleep.
Can you feel mine?
On your shoulder,
your chest,
your arm
as you dream
and I fall back
asleep
with a smile

The Cave and Bear

Still,
feeling the earth.
Still,
until we're one.
Still,
like a cavern.

But inside

light,
laughter and smiles.
Light,
movement and dance.
Light,
feel it erupt.

Saturday, February 18

The moon in your eyes

I saw the moon
in your eyes
saw it full
and so very
bright
so that
the wolf in me
couldn't help but
howl
at that great
moon
in your great
eyes.

Did you see
the moon
in my eyes?
Did you
see it full
and so very
bright?
My eyes are
open
and the moon
is full
waiting,
waiting for your
howl

Thursday, February 9

Always you

Think of
all the poems
I've written in
different lives,
different languages,
different mediums,
but always of
you

Tuesday, February 7

La luz de Luce

Ella tiene el cuerpo
radiante
como si el sol
la agarró
del alma
y la besó fuerte
con las lenguas amarradas
y dejó su luz
que le sale de
adentro
y brilla
dándole color a
su piel,
su cara,
sus labios.
Y todos los días
él la extraña
y todos los días
él la besa
otra vez y
otra vez

Tuesday, January 31

God said to me

"I want you to play,"
He said to me.
"I want you to
smile
the way you smile,
laugh
the way you laugh,
dance
the way you dance,
sing
the way you sing.
I want you to
love
the way we love,
live
the way we live.
I want you to always
be happy."
I saw Him
smile
a moment
before I saw only
the sea and
the horizon.

Monday, January 30

Wolves at play

Running.

First on two feet, laughing, feeling wind on our faces. Then...

Running.

Now on all fours, breathing steady, feeling wind in our fur. Smelling all there is to smell - one another, the ground beneath our feet, the air of freedom. Where are we going? It doesn't matter, we're only...

Running.

We're only being, there is no destination. A moment, we come closer to one another, so close that we can feel the heat of each other's bodies, can feel the other's muscles working, moving, stretching and contracting. Oh that delicious heat, it fuels us, makes us go faster, faster. We can't stop, we're...

Running.

The energy is rising, it feels like it will burst. No! Don't send it away, don't escape from it. Let it swirl in the depths of your belly, beat with the beat of your heart, pound drums in the spaces of your mind. We let ourselves go! We run, run, run, run...

Stop.

The air is still. We can feel the silence between each beat of the heart, each breath of the lungs. We can feel one another tremble. Our eyes close. Our heads lift.

Howling.

And every being in existence can hear it, can feel it.