Ahingas at dawn

poised between the viscous and the thinning

drying their wings


Algae blooming

convoluted and impatient

now remembering their place


A  young man  with dark eyes

continually filling his truck bed

with damaged and forest overgrowth


Muscling new piers with humor

immersed in sea water

they’re building the new bridge


The many Gods speaking as the roots of Origin

actively assemble

the thaw


 I sat on the dock overlooking the fresh water lake each day watching the ahingas. They are cousins to the cormorant and pelican, sometimes called “snakebird” as they swim submerged except for their heads above the water. Their feathers aren’t waterproof like ducks, so they open and dry their wings off before being able to take flight. There’s a lot of silent standing, occasional diving, gliding and wing drying….but mostly just standing there facing the light.


Photo…”Ahingas” Meher Baba Center, North Myrtle Beach, SC


Scanned Image


it was easy giving up god-ness

once it was explained


first you told me

there are no chosen ones

if you understand

there is no end

there was no beginning

we all are equal

in this moment


which took me off the hook


then you said 

get over naming me

it can’t be done

 love is a verb

so just stop trying.

Be a verb



so I uncluttered my altar

but you say that prayer is still important

and I’m left wondering what this means


then the flowers and the bees

shared their intelligence

and told me it’s no secret that

the singularity

of the velocity and structure of light

is more

than I’ve ever

allowed imagining


sin·gu·lar·i·ty n
a point at which a complex function is undefined because it is neither differentiable nor single-valued while the function is defined in every neighborhood of the point.
Also called singular point

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