& Other Writings
Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner — what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Perspectives - Conversations - Understandings - Inspiration - Insight - Dialogue - Poetry
Read time: < 1 minute This is the only poem
I can read
I am the only one
can write it
Read time: < 1 minute There are those who sleep; and there are those who are called to dwell in the divine in-between. They go by many names: Monks, Poets, Artists, Writers, Singers, Nuns, Parents, the Sick; all those who sit upon the edges, the sacred company of holy insomniacs; ghosts…
Read time: < 1 minute My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand…
Read time: 3 minutes Talking this morning, a lot, your gift to me, a shared discovery / in the midst of Not Knowing, All in its own Way, beautifully / reflected moments arising out of openness, showing up, / a small taste, love given, yourself, Being, in-seeing…
Read time: 3 minutes Fell down a rabbit hole
again, a couple days ago,
mind like a mad hatter, filled
with clashing illusions…
None of the stories real,
however much I believe
they are, which maybe,
at the moment, I don’t…
Read time: < 1 minute In the old ways
we were always
dying for her love,
living alone for his.
Something may have
been born into eternity
out of such a union,
But that way is past,
and now a new way
must be found…
Read time: < 1 minute Waiting…
this painful core,
to burst forth,
set me free,
and reveal a direction
that moves me
Read time: < 1 minute Believing in her spirit and her
courage to be free, I once again
become this lone heart bursting forth,
like a vast tree leafing into spring…
Read time: 2 minutes Out of Nothing, Everything,
Awareness Dancing with itself,
Singing into Creation
Myriad unfolding Ways,
Life in Love with Being…
Read time: 2 minutes Listen
When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.
Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.
In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps…