Love Poems

We did not go to the mountain to find love, we went to die to our past selves and claim our rightful place on the earth. We went to bury our limited beliefs and settle business with our ancestors.   To occupy our bodies as warriors and to strike out toward our True North adulthoods. We went seeking death and rebirth, vision and mystery.   In a society that has forgotten how to...

The ebbs and flows of our love keep me spinning and swimming toward some solid ground. In search of this land, I peer both inside myself: deep into the marrow of my bones, the height of my full upright posture, the ever-present beating of my heart. And I peer also into the space between us: the warmth of your hand in mine,  the primal force of our interlocked gaze,  the dreams we speak...

The light that pours forth here within and between us cannot stay here. It is destined to keep expanding outward beyond this cob-walled house through the cold moist autumn New England full-moon night, past the foggy fields thick with brightly colored trees amidst the dance of their changing form - one last hurrah as they let go of who they’ve been and surrender the leaves of their bodies as an...

The delicacy of the melody whispers of what might have been and also what still can become. Loving you is like dancing on a tightrope above all  my previous knowings. Terrifying in scale, exhilarating in scope, emergent in balance and imbalance, marked by the courageous gestures  we make in the face of loss and changed by the work of making dreams real in the thoughtscapes of our own...

Beauty is this moment - the sunlight rippling forever forward iridescent in its origins cascading from the sun at the center of our galaxy across deep time to meet me here  through the nexus of my perception absorbed by my thirsty skin  and reflected through my ever-awakening eyes. This moment is suspended through the mind and marked by this breath infusing and releasing into love as...

Coming home to you is like drinking cool sips from a mountain spring after trekking in the desert. Your love saturates me, pouring forth through the open door and intensified through the dilated pupils of our interlocked gaze as we  encounter one another anew. This love permeates me, overflowing the walls of our small home with a tidal swell of intimacy palpable in the beating of my heart...

When the land calls, it may start as a faint whisper on the wind  or a rumbling in your ancestral bones  arousing a memory of our collective past as earth-based people who have always known ourselves through place. If unanswered, the call may pick up.  A grating throb in your chest; an unplaceable grief for something lost; an unspeakable yearning for something else; an unshakeable...