Can We, Together?


Will you hold me when I ache,
when the day that changed the world
nears its sweet dusky end?
I thought I could do it alone,
stand here in the face of
these bald transmutations,
chest thrust out
like the immutable warrior
I would like it to be,
and hold my gaze,
and reach with ease
to the song inside me
that echoes the great one harmony.
Mistaking myself for one of us, I feel
I would like to be a tree for birds,
water, sun and rain for trees,
I would like to be the mountain
that appears to need nothing at all
as though it arose from
its own history
we can neither approach nor grasp.
The parts that are broken inside
aim for the top of the mountain
(and I’ll never make it this way)
instead of circling around it,
maybe barefoot, maybe on my knees,
where there are those who are
always ready to take me
as one of their own.
Before I forget again, I ask,
Will you guide my hand into yours?
Can we ache and burn
and laugh and dance together?
– TS

A Deep Kind of Love


Of all the ways I am
if I could approach the varied
splendor of even one flower petal
Of all the ways I try
if I could forget, for a moment,
that the doing is already done and here
Of all the ways I ache
if I could remember, often, nature’s
thunderous power of renewal
Of all the ways I love
if my love could sprout full, deep
and harmonious into the world
– TS

Starless Dark Hours


it is not my job
to understand;
it is not the work
of a moment or
a lifetime to
be consumed
by the questions
that prey on the
starless late night

that hold
and stick and
won’t let go
until the sun
makes its
bold ascent
and freedom
comes again.

The questions
are one mark
of our human
existence, yes,
but so it is
that our
in the face
of uncertainty,

our will to
proceed along
even the most
shadowed paths,
these are what
imbue our humanity
with its gold,

this and, of course,
our love,
both seed and
flower of our

– TS


What We Are


and maybe I can
swirl between the lights
like snowflakes that dance
their small dances with the
winter wind on their way
down or out to their
vanishing point
and maybe I have
feeling like a bird
would, living out its destiny
among the clouds, wanting
for it to come down
to rest, in soft defiance
of the order of things
and maybe it is
you I follow down every
and all roads, not seeing
the burdens I have
rested upon you, who
knows what love is
and what love is not
and maybe, finally,
i will love the snowflake
for its imminent disappearance,
the bird for its freedoms,
and you, always, for
bringing me to the reckoning
of what I am
– TS

The One in Two


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there is this mind –
this uncertainty over
where to place the gaze,
which step to take
and in what direction
(for me, it is the ever-pull
between the
gilded rise of east
and the heavenly
dusky skies of west)
a feeling of being torn –
leaping through
this portal
means so much left
behind, left unsaid
and undone,
so that the life and
blood of where we are
here, now, becomes
a space of absence
so here we stand –
and we have a choice,
we can have more
than one view and
our imagination
can fly every which way,
but we can choose
to lift the filter, and
not see two, but live
and love the One.
– TS

Come Be the Flower With Me


when the wondering comes
soft at first, and then like
a howling windstorm
beating on the homestead door
and you are as sure
as you have ever been
that you are not what
you are meant to be
and that a million
scattered worlds exist
between you and the vision
you had for this one life
follow my gaze here,
to the fields and its
bed of springborn flowers
populating the whole world
see how their colors are
vivacious, true and pure
and how there is nothing
that can quiet them
regard their petals
issuing forth from source
in a dizzying array of
harmonious patterns
without notion of end
or completion, without
having to doubt their ability
to unfold in space and time
peppering lands with joy
by virtue of presence alone,
which already implies all
magnitudes of being
come be the flower with me.
let us mine our own depths
find beauty there, and boldly
give ourselves to the world
– TS