Beyond the Planck Barrier: Under the Beaver Moon,

A new friend spoke kind words today and told me I should share this. i hadn't read it in awhile but it occurred to me in this season of love it fit with the flow of recent conversations. Here's to the various permutations, vagaries, faces and most of all the play of love....

Beaver Moon

On this Beaver Moon,
I broke the dam,
let water trickle then flow
at your feet.
Limpid bright-eyed questions,
answers, not spoken, tasted
in woodsmoke twilight.

Will you come play with me?
Can we tumble and turn
water polished?
Can we rise, cascade
to eddied pools?

That whirlpool spirals inward
spews us out.
Dashes sparks to rock,
Sparks fly
fizzle in that
dampness.
I cannot roll myself into your taste,
Flood my animal self
with the smell of you.

Written after reading an article in Creative Loafing's
Valentine issue of Karl Wallenda's trip across the
gorge...the battle between left and right
brain.

Midway, Karl ponders falling,
on spying the Persistent Trillium
or
Tallulah Gorge: A love story

Almost invisible, this spider's plumb-line,
Opposites attracting, points A to B.
Horizons, diffused by daylight's haze
refracting distance into a fly's eye.
Pick a point. There.
Insignificant pearly beacon.
Focus. Breathe.
Banish fear. Exercise will. Find your center.
Slide one foot, that prehensile grip, then the other,
heel to toeing that line ephemeral.
Chilled spring breeze ripples your spine;
cranial-sacral urge, that umbilical snaking from
life to death.
Breathe deep. Don't look...down, back.
Subtly shift weight.
Breath caught. Held.
A wilder wind sways, ancient ambrosia sweet
in this rarefied air.
Trust your equilibrium
in this walk 'twixt and 'tween
this walking on air,
Peril in a misstep.
Viewed with hawk-eye
encircling thermals
spiral 'round your head with
primal possibility,
Tantalizing, hypnotizing head spins.
Accumulating cumuli
beckon to bed your wariness,
kiss closed your Horus eye.
A whirlwind now,
whirling dervish rush,
blinds you with remnants
of dead stars, fragments of chaos.
You feel the hot rush of your bowels
as you savor this treacherous beauty;
Mindful of the jagged promise
that falling entails.
In this air of the impossible
to fall or soar.
Falling, soreness
Soaring, flight.
You sprout wings.
(or not.)

01010101010101
I have been wooed and won.
The cyber language of love;
letters sent, received, digitized
by 010101010101010 ...I have received and returned
by 0101010101010
my love to you...
when in cyber love,
does 0101001010101....
equal 2?
010101010101010....
when does faith leapt equal love?
0101010101010....
we live in a world where distance is a tesseract,
a wrinkle and a comma.
Distance has no absolute dimensions.
One soul virtually met... virtually received....
0101010101010
When does virtual become visceral,
where does breath, pulse live?
010101010101010101010010
01breath....0101010101...
breathe...0101010....
love......01010101010
one.

Luminoso

Tonight I danced.
Under a constellation in copper,
reflected off needles of pine,
here and now
is my home.
North Star,
my mother,
navigates me back,
back, back to the edge
were my past and future
find they are the
same destination .
A language known
only to my heart
speaks the legend
of this strange map.

It takes three points to
triangulate your path:
your soul,
the direction of fair winds,
and the soft seas of destiny.
I find these points reflected
in your eyes
and the moon.
My eyes diffuse
in this balmy night
where my soul
floats, cries and
dances,
in this strange world of
possibility.

Destin(y)
Breezes soft, flicker and lick
at the remnants of your aura
left staining my skin.
The sting, as the sand journeying
those currents of balm and salt smell,
a grating luxury polishing my skin.
I am centered
in this land of long horizons, aqua and lavender.
A veil of clouds, so unassuming, slide
across the sun.
The murmur of the sea's breath,
yours, quiet in sleep.
I'm drawn to that murmur and shushing
as the sea laps the shore,
a beckoning tease,
a small kiss, wet.
Drawn into the arms of The Mother,
I drift in her saline womb.
The sunlight, red light, colors my sensation;
The curtain of lids alters my perception,
my sense of direction.
I am fluid, one with the tidal breath.
The cool liquid undulation below,
basking in The Father's warmth above,
merging two disparate elements, fire and water.
The salt and water that comprise the human skin
lost in the vastness of this primordial connection.
There is no time.
It is a constant moment of beginning.
I am the creature, curious, as I find my land legs.
The fire above me, molten waves over my head,
mercurial drops that refresh.
Catch my breath, hold it, release,
I am one.

So for all who are loved and love,
Blessed BE,
Toni