Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, moans, poetry on Aug 17th, 2011
devoutly to be desired
I.
“I’ve got it down
to a poignant tear or two” she said
but she lets the flood flow so easily
II.
river of life
it keeps flowing
it’s endless
they say
river of life
ocean of God?
you know those turtles
or elephants
that were all the way down
the wise speak
of an ever-present peace
and love
or bliss
as the conscious substance of the universe
the light
the [...]
Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry on Jun 15th, 2011
“presence”
It was in the shadow
under the trees
in among the repeated fragments
me running
jogging
in the bright morning light
of early summer
Another dog walker
a little ahead
broad beamed
and among my self judgment
(on judging her beam)
somewhere there was Presence
again amid the filtered light
bright greens
a solidity in this grey pantsd figure
and a cross reference
to a nice chat
with Madera Tee
yesterday
a [...]
Posted in Consciousness, cosmology, metaphysics, poetry on Nov 7th, 2010
happenstance
It’s a matter of happenstance
and the deal
and the grave
The deal God made with the devil
Do you remember the train
in that old black and white movie
roaring through the night?
And that same old movie
the calendar’s daily pages
falling like leaves
The flickering days blown in the wind?
Our lives like leaves
our memories
Cleopatra on the Nile
I saw her in the distance
before [...]
Posted in Consciousness, happyness, metaphysics, poetry on Oct 14th, 2010
untitled: I’m moved
I’m moved
nowadays
by small things
which is better than nothing at all
but trite to write about
I’m glowing with platitudes
found it true that gratitude
is a quiet blessing
I think I’m ready
to give up ambition
renunciation fills me up
the autumn is so cool
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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry, psychology on Jun 23rd, 2010
dumbfounded
they say the map
is not the terrain
and words are symbols
concepts are abstractions
aren’t they?
abstracted from the map
the babbling mind
that pull us out of presence
we are removed by the chatter
from the stuff that matters
and though the feel is real
it’s the quiet visual
that leaves me dumbfounded
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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry, psychology on Jun 23rd, 2010
where we came from
it’s as much an “and” as an “or”
the opening and closing the door
and it’s a “letting go” for sure
I sound as though I’ve been there
we fell a long way
from “being”
to comprehensions
(and it’s awfully confusing
this comprehending,
this trying to understand)
but they tell me “knowing”
is where we’re going
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