who am i without effort?
where do i hold on to,
when every step = 0?
who do i become?
when this is only a collection of nows?
where do i attach,
when there is no horizontal plane?
who am i,
when i accept this vertical body?
simply transmitting, heaven on earth.
past and future, only existing now.
effortless existence.
as if nothing happened, as if nothing will happen.
alertness + effort, not to be confused.
within alertness hides a door,
to effortless space.
where life flows,
through spine.
like sunlight,
informing tree.
who stands upright.
weaving with the cosmic honey,
spreading out into all it is meant to be.
i am,
without effort.
a black bird
lands softly
on the branch
of the tree
the limbs of the heart of the earth
welcoming
visitors of the shadows
bumble bee buzzes blindly
towards the sweet scent
of skin and plants mingling
becoming one coat of bliss
drawing in
visitors of the flowers
water vibrates silently
repeating its rhythms
of desire to return home
to the oceans
to the songs of the whales
revealing
the steady flow of love
ground reaches down
kissing the waters with sweet stillness
holding rocks
holding the roots of giants
holding the bones of recent visitors
allowing
multiple truths to be
guardian of the stillness
from here comes full expression
here lives the enchanted embrace
jungle goddess, forest being
i am
a movement within the stillness
every sensation
held in this spacious fire
of this heart
of this breath
of this spine
double headed snake
dancing between
heaven and earth
stars and moss
light and dark
woven, in balance
a blanket
of all colors
resting, coating
this body and the body
we all share.
i am ocean being
my heartbeat
voice of whales
i am tree being
my spine
weaver of underworld roots
i am cloud being
my skin
morphing with air
i am stone being
my bones
solidification of wisdom
i am flower being
my heart
magnet of golden honey
i am sun being
my eyes
illumination of truth
i am moon being
my blood
red tides unseen
i am earth being
my existence
prayer of pleasure
stepping into stillness
that only ends can bring
tricking
their end
to reveal space in all moments
still in my observation
of the dance
around and inside
the white abyss
of crystalizing waters
whispers above
leaves become fire
as water leaves their veins
fire flows from the base of me
drop by drop
offering compulsory transition
into mysteries
red is the color of change
retreat: into your cells
they chose you.
choose them.
hold them
in a vision of love,
so that they expand
and you with
them
to the back
of a white winged bird
where you can
rest
and discover
who you are.
a child
of the brightest light
drifting
in a warm sea of love.
Hirō Isono
your body is her
she holds you
as hands meet, as bodies melt
floating through the woodlands
centuries ago
the space is her
the rhythm
that your hand falls
to touch
the other
the home is her
on the back of
a white winged bird
we float
timelessly in love
Spine on the earth. Horizontal support. Gravity as your blanket. Roots as your pillow.
Curve through turns, fighting the speed. You shoot out together into a reality only you can know. Safer than a womb, it might be said.
Let them be, they say.
Watch the dragon waters crash down over the curving rocks. Carve memories into now. Rock people gazing out at your star crusted cat eyes. Tongues lick and throats purr. Water droplets cascade onto your furry faces and hands.
Let them be, they say.
Wooden door, heavy as those rocks. You pull. Dragon waters reveal their fiery truths. Your part time lover licks the throat of their full time lover. Welcome to the World, in 3rd position. Arrival.
Let them be, they say.
Travel along those dragon waters. Bypass the fiery flames pulling you in. Make it to the day, the day when your tongue first met another. Two tongues live in mouths of different colors. Delicious.
Let them be, they say.
Land in the day the Universe told you what it might mean to be colored white. Welcome to the World, in 1st position. You know now, that 1st position isn’t about being the winner. You know it’s about using your position to eliminate the game.
Spine against the trunk. Vertical support. Leaves overhead as your blanket. Serenity as your pillow.
dearest deep sea diver,
how is your swim?
i hope the water is warm
holding you softly
while you float
in depths
alongside
horned beings
stars
and whales
singing their ancient songs
in their voices
i hear your pulse
they sing your song
of resonant knowing
found in hearts
like yours
move my blood from far
heart songs
reflect and harmonize
in order to flow
spread to
rivers, streams
the mouths of others
coating
in resonant trust
in floating faith
harmony
liquid fruitions 