inner rings

when drops drip
and land in water

folding matter
rippling through

their final pulses
before dissipating

express elements
aglow and interwoven

for us to
traverse and even to

root into
these inner rings

so close
and so distant

so core to it
and let's say so fresh

how will this become more
is it ok to ask yes

reasons replay again
and when and what will

be tree do they actually
see me when

protectively they say
it's so simple

to choose you
got to choose you

they say and
I say

they are all reasons yes
and yet what serves is

a question what actually
willfully serves us as

I am here
to serve ya know

rippling around
folding and unfolding

and yet each time we touch
I wanna take too much

I see it n love it n want it
n like you I get it

holding it inside
n being held

harnessing what
we sense in us

is yearning is kneading
is pulsing is pleading

inside being
again being

transformed
​into a poem

I read to you
about a butterfly

how this butterfly
uses space

ages love
sings for a little while

about how we suffer
our wounds and

what choice but
to serve ya know so

let's do that
let's hold it there

with this truth
with this trust

thru heartache
thru sentiment

thru surprise
thru fear

with sound effects
with offering

releasing offering
music and voice

a choice to free
a free mind

to touch how
you touch my mind

how you find us
release this

open sky
and earth

and all in between us
this much

presence
raining torrential

changing everything
and nothing

remains the same
and for us

and for this
I keep tame

pastured
contained

bridled
reined in

reins in your hands
calmed by your voice

heeding your guidance
needing your essence

and nibbling on weeds
and nosing sugarbush

blossoms and shrubs
curious what next

and ready to drink
from this delicious creek

you lead us to
and I drink you in

surrender fear
and I think

I might be falling
into experiences

flowerings bloom
to full expression

as I drink up every
nourishing drop

of your time with me
walking and talking

freely on this mountain
trail loop we love together

and completing the loop
we come home

and your yellow roses
are fragrant and vibrant

and I feel your grace
and with gratitude

I kneel at your feet
and kiss your sweet face