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)

Firewood

Modern matters
of the midnight mind.
Chill in the air,
lights out time.
Ain’t it funny
being part of a crowd?
You go in.
You go out.

Firewood.
Firewood.

Domino theories.
Four letter words.
Go ahead,
your own terms.
California
clock it ticks.
Chaos theories.
Seeker phase.

Firewood.
Firewood.

Should I stay?
Or should I go?
Add a log?
Stir the coals?

Where you are,
close your eyes.
What you see –
whats that sign?
Palm trees nod.
World slows down.
Give your love a kiss
soon as she’s around.

Firewood.
Firewood.

Giving is
letting go.
Are you leaving
for the other shore?
Outside sources,
let them be.
Concentration.
Gradually.

Firewood.
Firewood.
Embers last ’til the light of dawn.

Firewood.
Firewood.
Embers last ’til the light of dawn.

(10/22-23/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)

First Time, Long Time

You were certain, “Nothing is certain.”,
(tethered-to, tethered two)
until that grey whale washed up ashore.
(out of the blue, out of the blue)

Moon exploded so the tide stayed high.
(for days & nights, for days & nights)
We stopped waiting for the return.
(Do you remember? Remember?)

Was it for the first time?
Or was it just a long time
since the last?

Ocean reached the banyan trees.
That’s when we started climbing.
Branch by branch,
limb by limb, near blindly.

Wind picked up and brought rain.
Got to the top, looked down the coast.
You & I saw the same:
Sands aglow in the distance
Some heaven arising thru the
indigo-midnight sky. Indigo-midnight sky.

Was it for the first time?
Or was it just a long time
since the last?

Did I misremember?
Or did I imagine?
Did it seem familiar to you?
No, wasn’t quite the same.

Was this in that dream of yours back when?
I feel like you told me about this.
They’ll read all about it someday
We seem to foresee things one day late.
One day late.
One day late.

First time?
Long time?

First time,
long time.

First time?
Long time.

First time.
Long time.

(9/24/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)