in the waking body [poems]

It’s true what they say
About holding back
Or letting go

You never really know
Which is best
So you try both

Nature’s way
You begin at birth
And re-find…
     if you’re lucky.

The other, created
Taught to and at you
Scared souls…
     there’s freedom.

—–

Hearts don’t actually explode
From emotion
Overwhelmed inside the all-consuming force
of their feeling.

Just as throats don’t actually close
They constrict
Requiring, equipping both their burn
and their burden.

Eyes though, they do decide on change
They surrender
Knowing no alternate way of freeing and exploring,
their fear and their love.

—–

Get your ground
     let it go
          leap into your adventure

It’s only now,
     trust truth om
          no backup plans required

Adapt and flow
     move when you’re moved
          let life evolve through you

—–

Placing bets
On the head
Or the heart

Life’s gamble
     It’s your call.
Both likely win
     In the end.

But which game
Is more fun
to play?

– robin 12/23/18

calling for space [poem]

space to breathe
space to be
space,
lord

om namah shivaya

I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god

take me to a place
amongst sturdy pines
cedar, spruce
to sacred hills
silver boulders

Howling old wind, become

blowing bells, bansuri
water cold, original ice
discipline

Himalayan stream

om namah shivaya

I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god

take me to a place
amongst ochre earth
sienna sand
to the dunes
turquoise, cacti

Howling old wind, become

whistling rattle whips
ancient earth, eternal light
surrender

Desert being

om namah shivaya

I ask not of any earthly lover
but of god

make me space

space to breathe
space to be
space,
lord