December 2005 The Mermaid Speaks

December 2005 Mermaid Speaks

12/04/05

Submerged.
Quiet.
Now deep below, silt
sift misted through layers
puffed shimmers
clouds
emerge
to obscure
the view of
down below
sunk
silent.
Another word,
again
for the solitude
that sends sound
down to its
birthing place
and heard,
I am found
still
to purge the secrets
descended to
the center
of the
self.

12/14/05

Looking down,
I see the shape form.
Mosaic memorabelia
raised little sections
honeycombed patterns
scales curtail
the fin
its full
glory
till all
has been set in place.
Legs wash away,
hair suspended perpetual
motion sway.
Do you hold your breath
with me
today?
Only if
the air is sweet and kind,
then hold it in
long to find
where it needs to
go
inside
while outside
turns
in to see
what expanded
in new air,
I will keep the descent.
Till surface meets
the deepest parts
of who we are.
Settled transformations.

12/17/05

Provided the protection;
a little shadowed
notion,
at the bottom circling the
ripples indented in
patterns
that waver
ever so much to
a degree found,
another close
to lost.
I will,
provide a web,
free of confine,
open like
glue before
it sets, yet
not so slimy,'it lets the parts
fall apart.
Now,
take the refuge.

12/18/05

Coral set,
my
table
speads
all the
wears of my trouble
hunted
to rest for nourishment.
Not far out, in the shallows,
rising bubbles the
sound of sumptous relief.
We eat to awaken
the desire that sleeps
malnourished in the eyes
of doubt's prison.
No more to that,
I breathe in water
to revive the hunger,
and feed it
with what allows
it to grow for the light of
fruition.
Feel your passion, ask it
to
stay,
there are plenty of helpings
for it today.

12/19/05

No matter,
beyond flesh, and fresh wondering.
Aromatic fallen leaves,
color escapes its vibrational
potency.
So washed watery,
under the air lift lies
the viscosity of
refraction from a certain vantage point.
Another, clarity.
Waves on and on and on and on.
Energy to flesh mobilized and
inertia restricted,
I am floating to the surface.
Find me bobbing about,
and no matter
your flesh will spread out
to flow through this
glow and renounce
the vibrant strokes
of color come apart at the
seams so
edges are softened, and
mantras mentioned
often.
Raise the cups at heaven, let
her fill it whole.
Forever grow gold in your
heart unburdened by
the metal:
matter beyond form and density.

12/26/05

"Soon enough,"
She has said in haste.
As if soon were enough,
when
really all
that is felt
must be weighted
to sink
to sense its
Point of Presence.
So are we enough?
As we walk the length of
aqueous perception,
slipping to face the edge of the wide angle lens
Circumference comes to Clarity.
Have you found your acuity?
Sharing the blessed truth,
I gather not, as knotted
we tangle our terms together, and
lay Karma
out on her back as
we ask,
ever so gently,
To move her chin up this way,
and
smile a little like that,
to get the right
shot of her
for the evening cover
of,
"Today This Is What I Owe."