Writings

The Rose

“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.

“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me–like that–in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing.…

Poetry

Life-ing

 

 

                                                                                                                                   

Alive is to grow
and die and birth

Human… to know
THAT we are alive

To love abundance
not as an observer

But by making love
Itself entrainment

To wake the dawn
in the new light

Where sight gives sway
to depths of trust

Acting in ways that
know only in faith

Going down deeper
to emergent rising

Stooping to levels
not seen but heard

As One pulse of novelty
vibrates inside darkness

Breaking sometimes gently
often painfully

Borders that protect
only insofar as they admit

Otherness that has somehow
already crossed inside

The stranger within that
risks life in death

Bearing true mind
in kindness of Heart

Embodying the soul
Shared wholly by all

Shall we place
each Other within?!…

Poetry

Like a Train in the Night


Trees clad in Summer garb nourish and muffle sounds that we cannot or will not hear – like a train in the night,

Mechanical movement in metal presses down on Rail-
Gravity in locomotion without living fire.

Still we sleep untroubled in hammocks unattached to trees –
swaying and rocking in the winds of illusion’s lullaby…

Resting in the numbness and dumbness of mistaken identities
that curl up inside whatever we believe.…