I give my body to the hills!

Underneath this expanse

there is a hush

deeper than the breath that sighs an ancient need

I am opening to this

that which this poem can barely touch

Oh magnificent beast of life!

You scatter light

and cause joy just for being

You are the ocean

solid, fluid, watching

a knowing beyond all this sense

yes, let me give my laughter to the birds

and let the radiance of simply being here

dissolve into the dance of grass and sky

you are exposed

as dry and smooth

as a bone in the desert

The sun beating down,

the wind whipping through,

you are left drying, drying

there is no way to move

beast and bird have left you clean

there is no where but surrender

the part and places all cave in together

there is no where but surrender

there is no try

there is no want

there can be but nothing for nothingness

yet surrendar is freedom

it is new clean

and smooth

and left far past wanting

Stand clean in this moment

Hold back your memory

Listen!

All things call to you

If you rise up

Behind all sound

 

–julfire

How nature in her way rushes forth!

to fill all space and manner accordingly

both seed and bloom, she bursts

reaching, bleeding into all

She is the air that holds no favor

for one breath over another

Life everywhere gives itself to the whole

This is creation!  contained and expressed—

Shall we not look upon her to discern truth?

This central seed—this bursting life

that does not ask how much or what

but gives and gives and in so giving

becomes herself

when I struggle to grasp the hows and whys of this world

to hold some kind of clear vision of the “what is”

I try to always remember,

that poetry is the closest way

we can speak about the mystery

Poetry invites the inner sight

between the lines

We are coaxed,

corraled into a deeper place

Poetry invites and guides

but does not tell

I have been dreaming you
You are deeper than I can know
With my try and reach you are just…
There…
I am dreaming you telling me something
I think it is about wanting
I can not really hear you though
Darkness has pulled me in and taken my knowing

So I go back to my reaching and then
Here I am again
with my self
Again with my self, my dream
And fits of waking
I am trying to tell you something
It is about my wanting

I want to finally meet you.

—julfire

when you divorce from that which compels you
–the tethers of desire–
you will then be left quiet.
First standing in the hollows of the nothing
that you thought was all that you sought–
all that you ventured to fill yourself with–
and you will not find one breath there to sustain you.
And finally, you will know freedom
Where the rushes of all the life kept waiting
–just beyond the walls of your wanting–
are unbridled and they take you
and you will surrender
because you will then know
that this life has been wanting you!

–julfire

stopping the world

its endless spin

jumping thru space

out to the in

the wheels of living

grinding the chaff

I live like I’m dying

I cry like I laugh

the hub of the all

the only still place

in this spin of going

this sorrow and grace

I will dance with you my friend

and you and you and you

and I will dance alone my love

to know what’s really true

and I will dance and dance and die

and breath to life my self again

and I will dance until I cry

then laugh into the wind

I will dance this wild life

and dance because I must

I am the music deep inside

this swirling ball of dust

–julfire

I am
so many ideas
packaged
into something
to sell
To you perhaps
I sell this knowing smile,
this subtle suggestion
the way I think about this thing and that
a way you should also think
Then I will be right
And if I am interested enough
I will make sure my package of ideas
matches up
With a presiding gold standard
And if I am very very good about it all
I can speak for this standard
And will sell my ideas
at a higher price

We are just ideas
Running around
in this idea of a body
With ideas of illness
and ideas towards
this and that
and nowhere
and madness
and maybe sometimes
a sense of true

Ahha, says the learned one,
I must be an idealist!!

So thus again am I packaged…