Tag: Poetry

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”

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

The Good News

Excerpt from The Good News, a poem from my collection How To Carry Soup (Homebound Publications, 2020).

Net Man

“The point is that he had – as we all do in given measures – an unknowable wildness.”

Refuge

By day, a daydream ponderer who never gets her fill – by night, a barefoot wanderer who’s wandering still. With the bamboo wind and a golden rain-tree, what a lucky pilgrim she shall be.

These Particular Blues

It was one of those days when the movie of your life should have won an Academy award for best screenplay.  The twists and turns knocked everyone out, the plot was as tight as high-end waterproof luggage, and the soundtrack matched how everyone felt… Continue Reading “These Particular Blues”

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