Through silence I find
the universe’s voice and
when balanced it is
a reflection of myself.

Midnight sky. White dots.
So many they blend into
a haze across what
astronomers measure in parsecs –
whatever the official distance or definition
I know this –

I stand in awe at the heavens,
the light, and energy I feel
as warmth, the darkness filled
with particles, the part I play
as something made with the same
particles and the connection I feel
to water’s continuous motion as the
sky falls into the sea and the sea
consumes my body.

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The other evening with autumn at hand
we place wood upon the fire
poplar engaged in a slow dance, a foreign beat
the crackle and sizzle fade away.

Your eyes take my eyes
Your lips embrace my lips.

I touched Heaven

Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek


What is life if not transfixed within this brittle shell
A miraculous brilliance juxtaposed
With so little time within a fragile hold
This cell
This Heaven This Hell
Do tell

But not of beliefs and fancy fair
But what is right here
And now
And how
And what it turns
And returns into

And moved in years untold
As they unfold
Taking life away
By the passing of each
And every day
Anon…as time moves on and on

What brief and delicate moments
Knit together
To appear as an illusion
Of forever
Yet a place never reached
Scorned by death’s release

What a twist of fate
Its twisted gate
We enter so innocent
Blind to time’s flawed design
And destiny resigned
To it

Away to sleep
And awake no more
Like sands on the shore
The sure and distant chide
And perilous ride
Of Time and Tide

Prince William Sound, Alaska
Prince William Sound, Alaska