No Truth / No Justice No Justice / No Peace No Peace / No Balance Balance Truth in Clarity Clarity / Reflection Reflection / Detachment Detachment / Humility Humility / Humanity Humanity / Practice Practice / Persistence Persistence / Balance Balance Justice in Truth– Peace does not happen It is studied, crafted Handmade with care, […]
Category: Meditation
Éirí Amach na Cásca
(Irish for the Easter Rising) April wilderness stone cold rushing waterfall. Wearing my nakedness as a bear his fur I’m not skinny but I am […]
Lesteka
Just Listen & Relax.
Ejaculations in July
Red red Industrial pink dawn Saffron halo of sun Stars sink into cyan blue Half a world in darkness Half rolling into sun with you dreaming. The smell and heat of hair on skin, the sound Of your breathing lulled me like rainfall on a lake – I greet the day recalling you said, “If […]
Being has no center, this poem has no name
Being part of not apart from is to turn against the turning world and time in favor of the third eye wisdom, the living wonder of one divine nature God-Spirit-Buddha word or sound Oh say what it is… (It is peace with all.) Can that be Be / cause you are a part of all, […]
Seer in the Wilderness
Before dark or star rock or water before the wings of the sky floated over the earth I was called to a calm that mimics stillness but is eternal motion to stillness that mocks death because it wakes in the womb of dawn Because the sun is the eye of an immense bird that flies […]
Hitting the Wall
A wall in a monastery—call it meditation Is that wall in Berlin That was and now is not, Or the Great Wall in China That is and once was not, They begin and end in mind. And if the universe is mind It’s a wall whose stones Break into laughter When we say they are […]
The Voice
If I spoke from the heart and you could hear You could ride the sound Back to the beginning and see you who you are If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river Running to the sea An ocean of sweetest water If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter […]
Gwisin at Seoraksan
An hour in autumn– alone yet not I saw a stretch of centuries, people, forms I’d been that made me what I am today– sad for what fights to spite death but cannot win pushing against a tide of joy and pain— Listen, the last cicada singing in a twisted pine chanting the past and […]
Nocturnal 2
all things live forever nudge shape the others the mind in sleep tries to build another world I dream my life awake ears open to a lullaby sung by death to soul until the old body dies
