geoff fitch

Under Construction

This site is (obviously) under construction. I am playing with potentially using it as a more full expression of my work. For the moment, it's just playing around that I am doing. 

So, if you are interested in learning more, the best place to go is my main home, Pacific Integral.

alive

The world is bright
nothing stands between us
The sparkling sun on the water
dances to timeless music of the Gods

The aliveness of the world is
so tender and available
I feel like I could reach out and
gently touch

the water
the sun
the quality of the moment

but there is no need because I
am still that
I am already touching
There is no clear boundary in my heart

I feel pressure in my ears
the weight of my body
the warmth of the sun
a subtle welling of sadness in my throat

I hear the sound of the boat going by
and see the waves on the water
swirling and rolling
undulating and softening
I feel the depth of the water

everything moving among the stillness
among the radiance
among the gentle holding touch
among the heart's welcome to be here

alive

(2002)

breath of a thousand eons

You are the one who has never left me.
Even, as I was always looking for you,
never finding,
you were always looking with me, just the same.

You are the one who is looking,
the one who presumes, even as
the presumption seems to ask, where are you?

I am dying.
In every moment, you and I are bleeding life's
degrading loss of bonding touch.
The weather turns and our tears of agony
suffer love's lost daylight.
My child looks into my eyes and smiles.

And when all of reality seems to be the
tearing of my belly wide open,
when in it's quiet nature, all screams
my cells red with fire,
You are me as the fire alive,
nowhere to go or thing to be to find you.
Yesterday, I thought of you.
I saw your deep eyes and felt your
beauty and presence alive as all of everything.
I remembered you as you were yesterday,
walking in green pastures of cold crisp dew light,
dancing with the aliveness of never caring African suns,
touching my eyes with your eyes of dying body time,
glancing, as you turn toward game's unfolding turn.

In that moment there,
we both alight with pleasure's light
recognize the truth together
as each other
and the one alive as us.
And in that moment's sighting,
endless depth of never-ending,
all bodies' purpose falls apart to
nothing but seeing's delight.
Our bodies come alive with light

Like the breath a thousand moments breathe,
Love turns towards and turns away,
each time remembering and forgetting.
I can't remember or forget you, just the same.
And each time I see your eyes,
delight recalls love's not forgotten face.

And in this recognition,
Our breath breathes hot into the turns of lost remembering.
Our light persists as the shadows of fear's cover.
Our eyes see and hearts invite the
breath of a thousands eons,
to you, who needs no invitation.

(January 2002)