Oka (penned one summer night)

echoes of Australia
pounding feet
fluttering lashes
and limbs

these beats take me over
take control of my mind
and my matter.

I wish to eliminate the fabric casing
of my shoes
allow my bare feet to play
within the sands
instead of stones.

take from me this sweater
and the chill that causes need for it
replace it with the warm wind
and the bare minimum
a flowing sheath
hardly hiding golden skin
that glows continuously
after the sun has set.

these beats take me over
transform my surroundings
and there
the heat of the fire
and here
the sand between my toes
and this
the sea salt in my hair
eyes shut
feet pounding
swaying
weaving
earthy mix
of fluid and jagged movements
surrendered to the soul
that thrives off of music
feeling the freedom
of dance.

Teething for Wisdom

so many titles never consummated
just insignias for a blank slate
clear and fresh as untrodden blankets of snow

so many ideas deprived of the follow up
simple phrases left shimmering without elaboration
raw foods never doctored into the once destined gourmet meal

the moment arises
the time has come, hesitated...
and gone.
become intrigued, aware, yet
elusive of the pen
contemplative, curious, yet
passive
the moment passes.

languid hands
barely flex an expressive muscle.