My desire is pushing, lighting me through this mud.
I am the lotus.
Can I focus on anything but the light?
The light takes forms
And the forms vanish
Again and again.
The Sun is calling the Moon.
I am relieved,
As I dance across the floor
Swift as light
I feel that floor you swept me across
And your arms your legs your feet
My arms my legs my feet
Foxtrotting me through space
like a knife through butter
Enlightenment is like a paintbrush
placed in the hand of a mannequin
who has fully captured your attention
while the child behind you
dances wildly with paint stained hands
soaking the world with expression
Prove your devotion to love and...
taking out the trash
While taking out some trash this afternoon
I observed how quiet it was outside.
In the ordinariness of this action
I became very aware of myself as silence
in relation to Nature.
even when sounds arise...
As the day ends
and begins this evening
comes to me
and asks me to dance.
I tell him I will let him lead.
whole body excitement to have such a dance partner.
mind can't know
An angel, son of The God, a prophet...
Numerous terms denoted to address, a soul so pure...
Healing leprosy of an ailing devotee, restoring the sight of a blind, magically bringing back the dead,, he possesses...
Here's a nice article from The Alternative Press about our upcoming reading Sunday, April 21 from 2-4 pm in Summit, New Jersey. This reading is co-sponsored with The Writers Circle (www.writerscircleworkshops.com). Three poets will...
The garden is not grateful to the gardener.
The bud does not cry, 'Open me!'
Darkness untangles threads of light without God's fingers,
filaments of pollen spilling from the reckless void.
The gardener is grateful to the garden.