A Father’s Vow

As a father, I vow
to be there for you
’til the cows come home
and then some.

No matter what.

To be the lone light
that stays on all night
and through to morning.

To embody no-matter-what love.

To teach and to listen
and to be taught.
To pass on that which serves
and try to leave behind the rest.

To take good care
in those I put around you
’cause it takes a lifelong village
to raise a be-ing
and to allow you the space
to raise yourself some.

I vow love and only love.

To rise up beyond any & all bullshit in the world.

To make you feel at home as your loudest self,
to make you feel at home as your at-peace self,
and to have the most fun we can imagine
all along the path.

(10/28/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Open Season

I only write songs I can stand to sing.
Words on a page don’t mean a thing.
And if it don’t add up, you got reason to doubt:
Magic’s what happens when the math runs out.

King for a day. Queen for a night.
Princess for an afternoon. Prince until the light.
High brow low brow, high horse low.
Down & out for now but rising slow.

It’s open season. Take aim.

(11/3/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Can’t Explain

Sunday morning,
learning the hard way,
“What goes up must come down.”

Hallowed be thy
nameless, natural causes.
Social science can’t explain.

Got the blues, yeah
I could use the color.
Ready for a change yesterday.

20-something
sardines in square tin canisters.
Laws of nature can’t explain.

Exit stage left…
Enter stage right.
Don’t look down.
Hold on tight.

Ain’t afraid yet
ain’t courageous when it
comes to big decisions.

Trust my gut and
trust my guru ’cause
mathematics can’t explain

why you left and
why you came back and
why you stayed. Thinly veiled.

Now we’re going places
heretofore uncharted.
Cartography can’t explain.

Exit stage left…
Enter stage right.
Don’t look down.
Hold on tight.

(2/23-3/3/2018 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Thanksblessing

Let us give thanks & ecstatic praise
to the Earth & the farmers in the fields,
for their shared part in providing this meal.
May we keep them in our hearts and care for them always.

Let us give thanks & ecstatic praise
to our extended family & near-dear friends
& unconditional love ’til after the end.
May we never forget the miracle of time together.

Let us give thanks & ecstatic praise
to our ancestors, elders, rivals & saints
for blazing us trails & showing us ways.
May we remember their many forms of teachings
& put their wisdom to action whenever we can.

Let us give thanks & ecstatic praise
for today most of all –
what a wonderful time to be here now!
Present company’s what it’s all about.
May we stay grateful for what we got
& be eternally compassionate.
Bless-ed
Amen.

(11/22-23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

As the Crow Flies

As the crow flies east, so do we.
Deciding when to say goodbye ain’t easy.

Since I was a boy, I dreamed of California.
Back when I was twenty couldn’t imagine it could come true.
Then I was twenty-five, arrived and never dreamed of leaving.
Since yesterday I knew we had to.

We came, we saw, we conquered our-
selves & all this golden state had to off-
er us, it was abundant. We’ll
be back again.
(You’ll see)

Loving hard for a time’s just fine.
So’s heading out when the time is right.
Import now, an export then.
Prodigal stranger in a once homeland.
Bringing that which can’t be left behind:
Sierra blood, Pacific mind.
Oakland heart, wild San Francisco nights.

We came, we saw, we conquered our-
selves & all this golden state had to off-
er us, it was abundant. We’ll
be back again.
(You’ll see)

On the wing.
Riding on thunder & wind
through the plains in dark of night.
East we go, as the crow flies.

(11/14-23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)