I cried for a person I never met
the husband of the first man I ever kissed.
He is gone and I feel bereft.
My friend, my friend
your loss like the ocean
your loss like the sea
how vast and restless

I listened to a song
and the tears just flowed.
The injustice and the pain.
You live in another country
and I wonder where will be your home
Now
My friend, my friend

abseil into the darkness
to face my mind and be alone with it -
supported by a thin rope -
I dangle in the cave of my thoughts -
alone inside my skull -
I focus on my breath -
I try to remember my practice -
I let go -
I am alive
in the here and now

I do not fly
I do not fall
I am held by the air moving in and out of my lungs
I am held by the days and days of practice
I am held by the teaching of the masters - generations upon generations
Buddhas and sadhus
Men and women hold me with their wisdom
the wild mind may settle
or may not
I may sense the lotus
or I may not
I hang by a rope
an alarm sounds
Eyes open
the blue sky and clouds

I once planned to commit suicide by hanging myself -
I gave the rope away
and now I have nothing but the air moving in and out
a different kind of hope
it holds me

good morning
the day is beautiful
full of cool and peace
before global warming sets it on fire

I told the sky and the sea
my secrets
but they whispered them to the wind

desire
ink like tears
stain the page

the salt on your skin
imagined

in my defence
the ink ejaculates

I cannot swim through the darkness

I am blind

the tentacles suffocate me

she escapes
she is forever out of reach

the ink pixilates and dissolves
washed away in the storm

light pierces the sea to a depth

on the beach I breathe

I do not write this in ink
it is merely electrons

on the screen
then in the cloud

she escapes
she is forever out of reach

starlight
the sun

I burn in her presence
I burn in the cold without her

sleep Leviathan
let Andromeda be
I am not Perseus
you deserve your hero

I am cast on the beach
and in my solitude, my solace
is to listen to the waves

I write your name in sand

reading Nikita Gill's twitter feed, full of poems, and
suddenly crying
I had to stop
too much
too much for my naked heart
I didn't even reach the beginning of June
just a few days

too much
too much
love

I hope this letter finds you well

I hope that the blue sky holds you in his arms

I hope that the silence between us is full of trust

I hope that between each line the green tendrils and rich sea scapes connect

I swirl

I am enchanted

I hope for you happiness

I am disconnected

I am alone

I dream of connection
and I hope