Milarepa’s Wisdom
How senseless to disregard one’s life by fighting foes
Who are but frail flowers. . .
Sep 17, 2011 | Poetry
How senseless to disregard one’s life by fighting foes
Who are but frail flowers. . .
Sep 6, 2011 | Poetry
What creates a living state of awareness, a contagious mood, the timeless pause? I’m not so motivated to write a great poem structurally, as I am in catalyzing “real moments” and turning on the heart’s light switch.
read moreSep 5, 2011 | Poetry
I carry a journal on airplanes and hikes, to mountaintops, beaches, and foreign countries. A poem is such a good way to distill the essence of a confusing or inspiring experience by blending actual detail with feeling to find the core spiritual message. After the last line mysteriously appears, as though from some inner master, I often feel sublimely wide-eyed, relieved, and wiser.
read moreJun 27, 2011 | Poetry
in the mirror lately my body eyes cheeks skin
are morphing in and out of moist and dry realities
full and prescient, empty and vaguely worried
I don’t quite recognize myself
am I aging or youthing?
May 13, 2011 | Poetry
More and more lately, I’ve been experiencing the reality of the life force, and love, that exist inside supposedly inanimate objects. Everything is alive! Everything is full of love.
read moreJul 29, 2010 | Poetry
thunder cracked right over
the house, loud as a bomb
broke me open