The need to return to origin True as the need of home Rush of red shoreline kelp The coupling of crabs, flash Of Garibaldi in tidal pools But a reason for rock foam Breaker gull sky– unknown. Each salty breath brings me To being in you, Uterus of Life and Death, great Mother You hold […]
Sit down. Shut up. Meditate. Cut the Crap.
Where to Begin Two concrete rectangles, steel and wood Call one bed, the other, living room A door in and out, white walls breathe and bend Black and white floors tiles flex to feet, Large windows let in light A turquoise chair is married to a red desk A white telephone has divorced a black […]
Every time there is some act of violence I want to commit myself more to ahimsa. It is just my nature to push back at evil. In an odd way it makes me more loving Reminding me of how not to be and then It almost seems a lesson most beneficial.
Nothing you were to think, feel, know, remains intact The givens all gone, the body unravels The soul does not exist: where spirit seemed to breathe A great hole deepens, a sea of liquid sound spills in Pure as God’s voice, moonlight-shoals and starry reefs In vacancies of time too wide to navigate, the soul […]
Sorrows have shortened my life, I wander In the garden on deep nights Moonlight on the pond, the golden scales Of sleeping fish glisten and glow– I know the lotus seed of the enlightened life, Ponder the deaths of so many people Rotting in mass graves: Jews, queers Gypsies, the insane, the demented Herded into […]
Smiles east to west? No. Buddhas, temples Flowers, candles, incense Outer symbols of inner realities! The smile from the center of the heart Shines in all directions, outward… The Poem appeared first in “The Fires of Spring” a book of poems by Rayn Roberts 2002