(Dedicated to W. Terry Beck and Hugh McGee – two amazing healers who have touched my heart and soul, filling me with God)
I walk among wounded landscapes of
restless messiahs, bandits & wayward healers of the soul.
Traversing a topography so filled with God even
the emptiness brims over.
The eyes of these beautiful ones – these
habits stitched together with skin
and grace – are piercing; so
sharp the colors cut clean and bleed into one.
Who am I to be given such a gift?
I walk as one knowing little, mostly gratitude,
learned from the healing motion of darkness,
mercy and soulful friends. These friends are
luminescent, fleshly ghost radiating gentleness,
scars, and a softness that absorbs all without judgment.
They walk the Earth prodding small, familiar scars: the
wounds of loving that embrace the hearts of those who feel
deeply. These people have taught me the motion that
Love takes, like water: first the swell, then an
arching crest, and finally the peak of a cascading crash.
Their love is like one, slight awesome sign of fluid power.
These saints teach me the Way…always telling me: relax. breathe.
and surrender to this holy wave and to learn this tender truth:
curiosity is far better than control.