Cinnamon Man:
Portrait of a Reprobate Mutt
A Rogue an Outlaw a Rake
A Poetry Man a Story Listener
A Tuneful TalkStory Sensualist
A LifeLoving Sexual Danger Dawg
With a Sharp Social Conscience
A Renegade Artist
a bloodiedRazor
A Big Dog a Big Ol’ Gristly Dog
Out of This Here Swirling Vastness
Here Hear Formless Form Suchness Presence
Pleasuring Dangerous Mad Bad Wild SensualSexual Ecstasy
GoingDown WholeEarth HeartJob GangBangers
TalkStory SpokenWord HeadJob RapCrew
The Poetry Man Inside Knowing Every meYou
this morning air
this morning air
softer now
fresh green
coming outcherry blossoms
floating like snow
fall all overin the wind
on the earth
into the waters
Wonder Full
wonderful this call
of songbirds
awakening fresh
this day this dawn
first rays
first rays
illuminating
new fresh green
reflections
still
golden
on the pond
in the stream
always here
always here
this clear deep
blue sky seaalways here
behind/throughout/as
every us/you/me
that small star
that small star
i last saw
at dawn light
was that
the same star
at dusk’s horizon
kissing open
the night
JUST THIS
Fragments of light
Swirl merge dance unbind release
Our refractions our fears
Our turning prisms
Our kisses our tearsThis magnetic full spectrum
Quantum continuum
Being’s eye view
of all
of us
of this
as it isOur stage brief swirl
Our moment here worldOur vast
nightSky
consciousnessMindOur warm
nourishing
heartSunOur blueSkyAwareness
Behind beneath
throughout
Permeating energizingThis Infinite Great Love
This Intrinsic Great Awareness
This Inherent Great View
Just This
This graces
every/each
me/we/you tooJust as I AM
Just as it is
Just THIS
in the wind
the temples are far away now
the caves too
in the windwent in the wind
caressing the earth
with bare feetseeking knowing
undergoing such stints
in sacred spacesin the wind
all in the windso many lovers
such wonderful secret smiles
skin shining so soft beyond velvetso many memories
touching feeling each taste
as if yesterday as if last nightin the wind
all in the windi’ve lived my life in the wind
went in the wind so young
these years going in the wind tooHimalayas Sierras Appalachians
behind now looking out from
my fourth floor one room walk upabove a noodle factory
backstreet Kyoto canal below
such brief shining beautythis riot of cherry blossoms
for the heart the eyes the spirit
before rains and wind take themtake all
our white hairs
our longing skin tooin the wind
all in the wind
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