In the Morning
In the morning I see the fire laced clouds Wisps of smoke, vaporous splendor Birds weave their song and wing in the light the breeze gently heals wounds most tender […]
Category Archives: Contemplative Poetry
Presence
Presence What is Presence? Is Presence a what, where, when, who, why, or how? Is Presence separate from us, me, we, you, or they? Interbeing Attention with Intention without invention […]
Songs of the Mother
Songs of sadness, songs of woe. Songs that bleed and songs that know. Songs of life and songs of death Songs that take away your breath. Songs of silence and […]
Sins of the Father
Sins of the Father Sins of the father. Who missed the target? Was it my father, his father or his father or his…? Patriarchal penetration, perpetration and perpetuation in perpetuity? […]
Where I Stop is Where I Start
I come to this place over and over the wall of feelings, the wall of thoughts, the wall of trauma and neglect. I even bring my chair here sometimes. I […]
Today I Saw my Face
Behind the mask of hair, obscurity of vision and perception vanishes, albeit slowly. The stark truth of Life-as-it is always hovering beneath the mask calling me to clear my mind, […]
Knocking on the Mirror
Standing in front of the mirror I see a face Changing, morphing, moving in stillness Who stands before me? I reach out and the reflection reaches back Is this a […]
Into the Breach
In my heart and mind, I see suffering. Not just the ubiquitous world and everyone else’s torment and a disconnected me,hiding in the corner. The greatest suffering of all, is […]
The Mudhill
Today I realized that I was living inside the mudhill*. Wet, gooey, thick viscous mud sucks at my feet and mires me in a bog. The mudhill lies at the […]
Crystals and Contradictions
Clear as crystal Dense as stone Liquid, fluid, sometimes molten, sometimes fixed Each state an ephemeral subtlety like a wisp of smoke that gently rises to equanimity Not bound with […]
