This Place Within

Some live in their heads

Some stay in beds

Some live-in hearts

Some play by arts

Some stay'n the land

Some beat'n to their band

Some watch'n their screens

Some stretch'n their means

Some drink'n their juice

Some tying their noose

Some take'n to the road

Some know'n not their overload

Some make'n their ruts

Some hide'n huts

Some dwell'n in houses

Some dwell'n on the past

Some live'n with a dear

Some live'n with fear

Some know only beer

Some only have a year

Some sail'n a sea

Some climb'n a tree

Some only know fast

Some sip'n their last 

Some enlivened by boats

Some thrive'n only on hopes

Some live with have-tos

Some live'n with have-knots

Some with their knowing

Some live lean

Some live'n on green
Some live'n beauty
Some be'n bounty

Some liven off others

Some live'n off the grid

Some squatting under da bridge

Some find'n their relief

Some face'n their grief

Some place their becoming

Some place to go

Where their be'n

Where their becom'n

Where they're belong'n

Pathfinding Mission

Worn or trodden

Forlorn or sodden

Dusty or dank

Barren or rutted

Leafed or muddied

Down and dirty

Up and Under

Known,

yet unnoticed

Too often taken

Occasionally missed-taken

Can’t be avoided

Couldn’t sidestep

Chosen just the same

A way of walking life

Away from walking life

Away from a waking life

Away from an awakening life

To escape confines

To connect with creatures

To commune with creation

To observe beauty

To find others

To open options

To discover self

To feel alive

Some fall off their path

Some fall-out of sorts

Some fallout with no supports

Some get lost

Many just talk the walk

Some walk their talk

Trailing off

Many go pathless

Some tow the path

Some tip tow by their wrath

Some aimlessly peripatetic

Many hopelessly path-etic

A few

Without mocks or knocks

 actually stride their strut

swagger, not stagger

amongst the rocks

over the valleys

into the hills

through the streams

following their dreams

against the elements

and the ill wills

But what is sure

Is that paths are chosen

Directions are optional,

But often limited.

While slow is more sure,

Pace is personal

Experience is probable

Perception is eclectic

Even if life is hectic 

What the eye sees

What the ear hears

What the fingers feel

What the mouth tastes

What the nose inhales

What the heart beats

What the head thinks

Depends on the conditions

The state of the being

Pathbreaking News

A breath-taking life,

A life full of heart

A life full of cause,

Meaning and purpose

Still a life left to live

Is ready to rock, to roll

Ready to trek, to travel

Ready for that role stroll

Not down memory lane

Down a lane of

Memorable moment-making!

No beaten path to follow

No sauntering down some primrose path

Nor taking a-path-y of least resistance,

Or getting off the beaten path

Without taking a beating and a bearing

Looking ahead

Planning the steps

Envisioning the impact

Facing the fears

Risks right this way!

Does the walker awake

From his hypnotic state?

How does she care

Becoming more aware?

What does she wear?

Maybe she has to declare.

Maybe I am path-ological

Need everything to make sense

Maybe I’m ideo-pathic

Need a shared life.

I want to know what beats

In your head and bod

I want to know

What makes you glow

What makes us grow

What path-o-gens-erates us so?

We know what to do

What we have to pursue:

Intimacy and becoming anew

I want to see

What I can be

What are we?

What is the almighty.

Wondering in becoming

Becoming in the wondering

Without the wandering

Aimlessly alone

or always on the phone?

If we study our path-ology,

do we discover our pathways?

If we choose to walk on the same path,

do we become more tele-path?

If we don’t venture out,

are we more like homeo-paths?

Or if we go to those who we know,

Do we become socio-paths?

If we live near woods and water,

Won’t we be more natur-apath-ic

If we are hesitant / reticent,

do we become anti-path-ic?

Or simply path-etic?

If we connect to those in need,

Don’t we become em-path-ic?

If we dwell on our path life,

Do we feel the sym-path-y

or the symmetry of our souls?

My path signs now appear

Out of nowhere

Pointing a-way

To where my blazes burn

From known

Towards the unknown

Destination light

Risk is a flight

Not a fright!

Just a-head

No darkness there

Just looming lightness

Just infinite possibilities

On hiway’s horizon

No simple pathing passion and purpose

No passing fancy

My passage is toward a tower

of intentionality

and lightness of being

Road signs don’t say stop on my hiway

They say “Take Pause;

Time to Reflect”

Obstacle Ahead; Opportunity Alert

Don’t Look Back;

Keep Eyes on the Way!

Keep Fingers out of the Jar

Hands on the Steering

Foot on the Pedal

Head out of the Clouds

Heart on my Sleeve

Poetry on my Lips

Lust in my loins

Mind out of the Gutter.

Channeled choices

Making maps

Charting courses

Paths have limits

if they are earthbound.

Even waterways are limited

By shore and seas.

With seasoned compass and courage

Using solar plexus

And Lunar lunacy

As Sextant

Losing what’s left behind

Risking what’s right

Facing the light

Without taking flight

Writing the wrongs

Maybe some songs

Taking our turns

Even if there’re burns

Manifesting what churns

I’m ready to launch

False and Real Needs - a Pathwork Lecture

Finding My Inner Pathfinder

Going somewhere from someplace
Heading towards leaving behinds
First steps moving forward
Your direction becomes your times

On an impulse, instinct or a whim
On a passion, purpose or mission
On a flyer, calling or care
Your path is your wishin' 

Weighing your anchor
Lifting your load
Crossing off 
Steering clear
Clearing takes
Taking chances
Taking turns
Turning corners
 Cornering yearnings
Moving forward, moving moments
Wondering and wandering
Walking and Waking
A path of passionate purpose
limitless directions
Discovered only in
Taking stock of one’s gait
Marching to one’s drummer
Ignoring the pleas to please
No more worry about what they say
My way may be idio-path-ic to them
No matter how myo-pathic it may appear
It feels clear and near

A way of walking life
Away from sleepwalking
Toward a life waking
Toward an awakening life
My way waking/making life
Many paths not yet taken
Unknown mystery
while leading the way 
paths find you
ready to revel
In an uplifting
Life well-lived

Looking beyond

Seeing what's ahead
Paddle in hand
Ready

One May

One doesn't hike Hawaii;

it hikes you.

One may pass its peaks,

but one's passage 
depends upon one's peeks 

One may stroll its sands,

but never feel beached.

One can't dip a foot into the surf 

without feeling the undertow.

One can't help its charm;

its charm helps you.

One May one may

view its natural beauty

and see your own.

The Space between the Notes

A breath is taken somewhere

between a gasp and gulp.

Taste happens somewhere

between a nostril, a lip and a tongue.

A swallow occurs somewhere

between a nibble and a sip.

A touch lies

between anticipation and comfort.

Lips ignite

between pursed to puckered

Passion's peeking

between desire and destination

Epiphanies awaken

when real becomes known.

Sheets (and jammies) keep the space

between sensuality and slumber.

A touch comforts

between a stroke and a caress.

A laugh releases

between awkward and the abstract.

A tear appears

between sadness and joy; pain and relief.

Yearnings emerge as the space

between a departure and a return.

A compliment arrives

Somewhere between approval, admiration and envy.

Pride shows off

between contentment and conceit.

Déjà vu is a moment

between present and past.

Recognition rewinds us

between familiar and known.

Love impassions

between known and desired.

The silence between our notes

makes our harmony.

Love as Art

Loving as an art form,

Brushes briskly bold and brash,

Transforms a blank canvas.

Its palette paints passion:

gleaming pinks, reds, then purples,

busily spilling onto the work of art.

From a hint of facial flush

Follows a touch of blush

Leads into a flaunting of flesh

making nerve endings bristle.

While brushing aside dissimilarities

the imagery develops and disseminates.

As every dab and pat matters

Each patterns into something more than before

Strokes stoke the hues of emergence

Always colorful; never dull

Some shades of black and blues

Yet nothing's black and white

Turning some effects into silver

Others into golden memories

If open to influence beyond our minds,

Unhampered by concern or lacking confidence,

Each wave of the wand

Becomes uninhibited love energy.

While not always spotting the depth and the dimensions,

Our personalities coat our panoramas;

Our characters create our landscapes;

Our creations captivate our souls.

As child-like freedom promises,

A natural state of love and joy emerges.

Loving as an art forms

our dynamic duo.

Whether using oils or watercolors,

It manifests into wanting words.

It’s marked into body lanquaging, 

Revealing tears and smiles,

Pleasures and plea-sings,

Triggers and treats,

Revelations and reveal-ations, 

Understandings and underlyings

Fostering flow and creative sap

Loving becomes poetic portraits.

Breathing and exhaling

Expanding and exploring

Stimulating and stirring

Romancing the stone

Reflecting the pool

Remembering the rules

Two souls singing their tunes

Harmonizing

Mostly action and reaction

Give and take

Anticipating the Return of the Universe

Anticipating is awaiting

Lighting our flames

Warming our wonders

Heating our kettles

Simmering our urges

Burning our britches

Brewing our beings

Stirring our purrings

Thawing our distances

Enthralling our thoughts

Raising our temps

Tempting our beings

Turning up our tunes

Tuning our forks

Spooning our desserts

Deserting our pasts

Pasting our pastas

Dishing our de-servings

Serving us right

Stoking our embers

Stroking our members

Remembering our be-longings

Dousing our expectations

Forgetting our inhibitions

Inspecting our wares (not our underwears!)

Wearing our well-comes

Making our beddings

Bedding our blessings

Serving our swellings

Dishing-out our servings

Nibbling our dishes

Tasting our treats

Cupping our delights

De-lighting our candles

Sipping our champagne

Toasting our nights

Universe is providing

Returning my bracelet

Returning your libido

Realigning our stars

Dividing our chocolates

Divining our souls

Unwinding our watches

Watching our manners

Undressing what matters

Returning our be-ings

Being our selves

Telling our tales

Be-foretelling our eeeecummmmings

Into many happy re-turnings and trails