focus group.

inside upside backside

out down front.

starting at the end.

working back

to the beginning.

back to the place

where we felt

whole.

sometimes there is a doorway

in empty space

and on the other side

a corridor

without walls.

sometimes we step through

without moving at all.

way off in the distant

past or future

the call echoes

into every heart that remains open.

“meet me on the other side.”

always in this moment

we are invited.

sometimes it feels impossible

to answer back, to follow

until another reaches out

to push or pull us through.

so Ron with magic hands

and healing heart

pushed through the blocks

in Ruckus’ soul

and returned to her

the deeper gift

she never really lost.

:”i need you to realize that you are

absolutely clean inside.

i need you to really believe it

and know that it is not just the trip

that makes you feel this way.”

so Ruckus with her shining eyes

pulled me out of my self

to frolick upon the wet grass

and behold the shining stars.

“i am in love with this boy, Erik.”

“i am in love with Joanna.”

affirmation of the deepest places in our hearts

as love and light and laughter

rained down upon our heads.

in the hot tub in the rain,

wind blowing crazy contact improv dances

in the branches overhead.

water falling into water.

water flowing through pores of skin.

jason in the hot tub with me

telling me about Mayan prophesies

and world changing events.

predicting the end of time.

all i know

is that if time is about to run out

i am grateful for these sweet moments

i spent with both of you.

lying together in bed.

kissing and cuddling.

losing track of whose hands

are doing the fondling.

Bonnie in the love-puddle with us

reminding me of the long-ago

and the long-lost.

always in joy is sorrow

and in sorrow, joy.

morning sunlight. giant tomatoes.

zucchini the size of watermelons.

a chance to vent

all our agression

on the rubber muscle man.

conversation in the barn.

chocolate and poetry on the lawn.

Ruckus Muckus’ indecision

in deciding

to ride home with us.

“every end is a new beginning.”

love is a journey

without end. friendship

returns us to the spiral

circle dancing

center.

only by seeing one another

we see inside ourselves.

Walden.

Walden.

sacred waters.

swiming, floating,

searching for Ruckus’ bra

back along the shore.

perfect ending

to a perfect day.

the Navajo close their prayers

by saying to the Four Directions:

“in beauty it is finsihed.

in beauty it is finished.

in beauty it is finished.

in beauty it is finished.”

our stories

continue

beautifully

unfinished.

may you

walk in love and light and peace

until we meet again.

-09/08/08