3. "An Ode to Lady Moonbird Buddha"
(Version 2)
There is no other
Love
like this.
I would know--
I've searched
across many
faces, many
hearts,
only to come back around
and discover
You,
my Moon-Faced
Daffodil.
I see you
in the softness
of a flower
and hear you
in the call
of a mourning dove.
I feel you
in everything.
You are a
star-eyed
lioness
with a heart
so full of light
it continuously
needs to break
open
and release
radiance
into the world.
You,
who has
nimble-enough fingers
to re-sculpt
the sun-tipped pieces
left behind
from the deep effulgent
outshines,
piecing together
your wabi-sabi
pulsing being
with the gold leaf
that is saved
to repair
something precious.
You,
with the gold-cracked
heart.
I love you,
one whose knees melt
at the elegant beauty
of a collarbone,
whose mind blossoms and unfurls
at the knowing
of an ocean moment,
whose breath spills forth
at the sight
of a busy bumble.
I love you,
The one of stained-glass laughter,
The one of tangled, tender darkness,
The one of soft, everyday halos,
The one who cradles me each time
I need holding
and caresses my hand
when it's time to dance.
You give me the world,
And whisper
in the emptiness of
my blood
such sweetness.
I could ask for no
better companion
to share this lifelong moment with
than you.
Come meet with me
the thunderous
delicacy
of existence.
There is no other
life
than this one
of
wonder
and
adoration.
Please,
give your heartbeat
to this world
and hear it
echo back
stronger,
fuller,
Again,
my dearest love,
and again.
Oh, indeed,
there is no other
Love
like this.
(2018)
2. "An Ode to Lady Moonbird Buddha"
(Version 1)
It's hard to describe
the Love
I have for you--
Ineffable, almost.
But I'll try.
This one is for you,
precious Moon-Faced Buddha,
with a gold-cracked heart
made all the more luminous
by its breaking
and expansion--
You, Lady of Storms,
of wild, uncontrolled
waters that rage
and attempt to
douse the fire
that burns
so purely
from within.
Your lips hold the taste
of a secret:
That all beings
have a twisted
darkness,
like the night sky,
and you see
the chaotic wonder
of such stars
as they adorn
the yearning abyss--
You see the soft radiance
of what is--
In the eyes of warm forests
and anticlines of absolution,
in the bones of slender universes
all holding the embers of the
unbridled wonder of being--
This is all you.
You love what you see
because
you love what you are.
A lover once told you that
your laughter was like light
through stained glass.
So too is your vow
to meet the mystery and
share Her deep wonders
with the hands soft
from holding.
You are here in
this rose,
of course.
You are here in
this gift
of beauty through
unfiltered eyes.
You are here
in the gentle wrinkles
of smiling eyes
and the tender way
one holds
a miracle
like the one found in
a bowl,
or a tea pot,
or a baby plant,
or a paintbrush,
or your own soft animal being.
The echoes of
the strangeness of life
reverberate around your
ribcage and shine
through your eyes.
And so, I hope always
that you beam forth,
You storm clouds and lightning,
You sunshine of adoration,
You radiant, lovely,
Wondrous Moon.
Hold me close to you
through the turning of
hours and years.
As I told you
once before
on a cold night
in a whisper of snow--
I am so glad
that I get to spend
my life
with you.
There couldn't be
anyone else.
(2018)
1. "The Lovely, The Holy"
I am woman
I am feminine
I am divine.
I am life
I am sex
I am purity manifest.
I am your all-mother--
Come,
Feel my loving-kindness.
I am your sister--
Come,
Feel the blood we share.
I am your lover--
Come,
Feel my heart beat against yours.
I am your partner--
Come.
Feel me as shadow
And light
Forever joined in this
Nimble-footed
Dance.
I am that aching wonder.
I am the deep mystery.
I am effulgent, effervescent, ethereal.
I am the collapse
Of galaxies into dust
And
I am the pure white
Fire of dharma
Born from such
Chaos.
I am the blue sacral pulse
Of cosmic energy.
I am your wild darkness.
I am the imperfect balance,
The subtle itch,
The grey fog around
Your dreams.
I reveal to you the soft shadow
Of the unborn
And
The unknown radiance
Of the quiet
And forgotten.
I am all that you fear.
I am all that you love.
I am Tara,
Consort to the
All-knowing breast
And thrust.
I am Kuan Yin,
The watcher of eyes
The guardian of hearts
The gentle.
I am Prajna Paramita,
The all-embracing
Universe.
The holy.
I am not defiling
And cannot be defiled.
I am not a temptress
And cannot be tempted.
I am the yearning,
The climax,
The resolution.
I am the sublime birth
Of consciousness.
I am simple joy.
I am profound sorrow.
I am nothing special.
I am only arms and legs,
Only ribs and heart,
Only eyes of ocean,
Only breath of courage,
Only fruit of the dead.
I am excellent.
I am the sound of rain
Promising growth
And renewal;
I am the tenderness of wind
Awakening
The mind;
I am the warmth of sunlight
Caressing your face,
Your lips.
I am the unabashed tempest.
I am the mirror moon.
I am the blossom,
Ripe and ready
To welcome the
Gentle rain
And steady fingers
Of sister bee.
I am the bee
Who lovingly strokes
The soft folds
Of the flower
And knows it
To be beauty.
I am all that you
Have ever been.
I am all that you
Will ever know.
I am the one with
A thousand faces.
I am your dream.
I am your reality.
I am your vow.
I am the divine
Feminine
Woman.
I love you.
Now, listen.
