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Nov 15, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

These spiritual window-shoppers

These spiritual window-shoppers

by Rumi

These spiritual window-shoppers
These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”

Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.

Nov 7, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Afternoon meanders into evening

Afternoon meanders into evening

The murmur of a family preparing dinner next door

The waves of the freeway crashing

My heart bursts with something

Not quite joy

Not quite melancholy

A twisted, mournful thing, but cherished

A disfigured bird stretching out to fly

A woman laughing through an apartment wall

The last bite of delicious cake

A child, alone in a room, listening to the rain

Oct 8, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Afternoon meanders into evening

Afternoon meanders into evening
The murmur of a family preparing dinner next door
The waves of the freeway crashing
My heart bursts with something
Not quite joy
Not quite melancholy
A twisted, mournful thing, but cherished
A disfigured bird stretching out to fly
A woman laughing through an apartment wall
The last bite of delicious cake
A child, alone in a room, listening to the rain

Oct 3, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

Sep 3, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

This moon

This moon
and this breeze
is the living soul of poetry
It will never be captured
You can see perfect beauty
You can bathe in it
But you can never hold it
It escapes through your fingers
like water in a running brook
Time is an ocean
Mind is the sky
And the breeze
blowing gently from the west
This is my home

Aug 18, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

When friends gather

When friends gather
Like rain clouds, they become one
And their love condenses
And it is released upon the earth
Nourishing all its creatures
Replenishing its rivers and streams
Change is a ruthless wind
It blows ceaselessly
Carrying off with it
All of our most precious moments
But here, now
In the presence of each other
We are reminded of who we truly are
Children of the great benevolence
Which brings water when we are thirsty
And light to our darkest places

Aug 18, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

How impossible the night seems

How impossible the night seems
in the omnipotent light of morning
when the dandelions stretch out to soak up the silent rays
and the lush hillsides extend endlessly into the horizon

If a day lasted a thousand years
the night would be a story believed only by children
and known by the very wise

But nothing is more certain than this
Light fades to dark
Warmth fades to cold
And that which we hold most precious in our hearts
will one day be taken
on the eve of our final hour

Aug 18, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

A single cloud

A single cloud over a single hill
Against a vast blue sky
The sound of wind
And then nothing
To be with you is a devastating dream
To be killed by you is to be set free
And nobody knows why

Aug 18, 2017 - Uncategorized    No Comments

The night rests

The night rests with eyes opened
Head turned toward the sky
I lie beside her
Wrap my arms around her
and she does the same
We are awash in silence
Her looking at the sky
Me looking at her
Time abandoned in the decadence of our togetherness
After the moment passes
she turns to me
And with a greedy smile
says nothing