April wilderness stone cold rushing waterfall. Wearing my nakedness as a bear his fur I’m not skinny but I am dipping in sun-sprayed watery-light, look! There! […]
Category: Nature poetry
To the Philosopher who said he gave up Beach Combing for the facts of life on Wall Street
Truth, you see, when backed into a crevice between stones cannot be got, will not be out unless you wait. Oh you may jab it with a stick but you only succeed in helping the thing lodge itself more firmly. Hard to come by yes, the old crab is tough, if it sees you It […]
Nocturne
September rain fresh linen a blanket lain last hours of summer spilling out off the roof gutters autumn takes a breath before winter ice and cold take the hills rip colors from the trees red gold apples barley corn birds soar into the wind remind me we all die regardless how much we lean into […]
Buseoksa Moon South Korea
There’s a bus to nowhere, somewhere I think is home.
I feel the half moon human mind moving to fullness
clearly asking, “Will you stay with the solemn monks
Or return to the maddening city life of hell in Seoul?”
Spring is an Empire
Photos of Leaves and Trees by Rob Kashey.
A Truth You May Have Forgotten
There is a moment before the sound the Great Om, Before Siva turned on one foot Before Krishna was blue and Tara green, Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell Before the holy breath blew into Man Before Adam’s dream of Eve Before Cain […]
From Rilke’s Book of Hours
You, mountain, Here since mountains began slopes where nothing is built Peaks that no one has named, Eternal snows littered with stars, Valleys in flower— Do I move inside you now? Am I within the rock Like a metal that hasn’t been mined? Your hardness Encloses me everywhere Or is it fear I am caught […]
On Mt. Sorak, Korea
I have seen them before like this with the sky so close it seems to touch the glaze of ice and snow, I have seen them lifting limbs as if to take and hold a star on every branch, but not in so odd a light: lulled by wind into a cold dream of sleep […]
Just
Just as day starts fading night draining the sky of light a red throated hummingbird whirrs in sipping the cosmos blooming just for me Rayn Roberts
