Category: Poetry

Plants and Animals

If I were a plant, I might arrive at silence and stillness a little more gracefully.  I might meditate with greater success. If I were a plant, I think you would find that – impossible as it seems – I am both an annual… Continue Reading “Plants and Animals”

Fellow Travelers

There is more than one world.  Turn your attention now, away from the one that is always trying to sell you something, for time is short and you have work to do. Befriend yourself, settle into a homecoming, apprentice yourself to the dear friend… Continue Reading “Fellow Travelers”

Tread Lightly

You’ve been searching a long time now.  Somewhere along the way, you pause.  You begin to notice the intricacies of every texture, the textures of every intricacy. All the magic you overlooked becomes discernible.  How could you have missed it? It is at once… Continue Reading “Tread Lightly”

Service Worker

Service Worker We may not live to see the harvest, gather the bounty, savor the meal, or enjoy the kindly shade of the tree. These may all very well be the province of others. So let us not forget our purpose, overlook the importance… Continue Reading “Service Worker”

Rainforest Alliance

All sales of How To Carry Soup now support the Rainforest Alliance – a meaningful point of connection between the art of poetry and environmental protection. Art matters. Science matters. Earth matters. It matters. “Change the way you carry soup and watch the world… Continue Reading “Rainforest Alliance”

Up the Withalacoochee

Strange, how there’s no money in bending spoons, levitating, walking through walls, eating fire. Stranger still, the mind’s tireless insistence on returning to the same vault of memory:  a woven hammock bleached by the sun, beach glass, the texture of a Van Gogh, metallic… Continue Reading “Up the Withalacoochee”

Stone Lion

The face of the stone lion has turned white due to weather and time, two things I understand very little of, being neither meteorologist nor physicist. I only know that he reminds me of a Celtic warrior about to pick a fight, milky streaks… Continue Reading “Stone Lion”

High Road

Once you have traveled              in the four directions,   along the main thoroughfare,              and spent a good deal of time   on back roads and side roads,              putting one foot in front   of the other until you reach              a… Continue Reading “High Road”

Beginner’s Mind

Beginner’s Mind Spirit of breath and practice, holy mystery of movement and stillness, grant me the discipline to just sit here, though the old fires still burn in me. Grant me the wisdom to remain plainspoken at the doorstep of the mind’s entanglements.  Let… Continue Reading “Beginner’s Mind”

This Light

%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this: