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Monthly Archives: September 2015
Silence-a love note to meditation
Jumbles of monkey-minded thoughts, Each barking and begging– Let them escape Into silence. Breathing into the present moment, Releasing pain and confusion– It all seeps away Into silence. Loving the rainfall of this season, Feeling its soft touch– As it … Continue reading
Nurses’ Sonnet
I wept away the morning at the shock Of this new disability of age; With you not here, I couldn’t even talk About my need to turn the mental page. I reached for music – could not find my song; … Continue reading
Vision Quest
Too confused and in-the-world For a Vision Quest, I saw it come to me And I learned to see What had long stood before me: My Angel and Leader With a good bourbon In his left hand Laughter in his … Continue reading
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Promises of Wonder
Last night we stood together Under a blood moon In cool breezes seeing Promises of wonders in the stars All sadness gone to ground Your beard shone silver In the waning light of Promises of wonders in the stars Red … Continue reading
What I Learned Yesterday (sonnet)
See that hungry person over there? No, not that far away…here, right beside you. Is your best help for hunger just the prayer You utter while your dinner is inside you? Is it only the children who lack food Exciting … Continue reading
Syracuse
On Sunday morning Last night’s gunshots at an end Wind blowing through trees Sounds like rainfall at daybreak Sleep and work can heal us all
Defining Joy
Source: Defining Joy This beautiful woman defines joy the way I do. This feeling is why my poetry is the way it is…boring to some, perhaps, but joyful to me and to him.
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Rockets
Long ago we used to watch The night launches of rockets Making a sun of night, Shaking off the Earth, Flying, sailing high and deep Into our childish imaginations. Those blazes and the reply Of ocean waves tossed With bioluminescence … Continue reading
Natural Sermons
Belief in what’s hidden Grows with the carrots When love tends the garden. Those plain green shells Hide beans painted Magenta and purple- Who knows how? No one knows how Purple the carrots will be Until they’re unearthed. The heart … Continue reading
Open (tanka)
Windows for birdsong– Deep soil for planting good food– Eyes to see what’s real– Hands, minds and hearts belong, too, Though growing them is harder.