Poetry

Thought for 2012

THE  SUN Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone – and how it slides again, out of the blackness, every morning, on the other […]

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Soul Communion: The Ultimate Medicine

Who Am I? I have a body, but I am not my body. I can see and feel my body, and what can be seen and felt is not the true Seer. My body may be tired or excited, sick or healthy, heavy or light, but that has nothing to do with my inward I. […]

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LOST

Stand still.   The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost.   Wherever you are is called here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes.   Listen.   It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may […]

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SOME QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT ASK

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me. The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus. The swan opens her white wings slowly. […]

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THE SUMMER DAY

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean – the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down – […]

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SHACK CHIC

1. Victory To build a shack and call it home. 2. Houses are built on foundations with walls and roof. Homes are built with things much deeper and less concrete. 3. There are many ways to make music. Sometimes it is a deep blue against the wall, a bright yellow against fear, another red to […]

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ONLY BREATH

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen.  Not any religion or cultural system.   I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all.   I do not exist, am not an entity […]

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LOVE POEM FOR MY COUNTRY

My country is for love so say its valleys where ancient rivers flow the full circle of life under the proud eye of birds adorning the sky My country is for peace so says the veld where reptiles caress its surface with elegant motions glittering in their pride My country is for joy so talk […]

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