Eleventy 8 Ent Earths

Last night in the darkness of that womb, you planted me, a seed that grew swiftly finding roots strengthened through the crushing of concrete fears carelessly sewnLike a tree I stood, firm enough of form to live, supple; bending to the whim and beat of that inner drum.Eyes closed I smiled and swayed, welcoming your … Continue reading Eleventy 8 Ent Earths

Rumi-nate

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.Don’t go back to sleep.You must ask for what … Continue reading Rumi-nate

The Guesthouse

This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark … Continue reading The Guesthouse

Nandini

Yoga is that lover intent on testing you, to see if you’ll stick around. That one who teases you into flexible submission, who won’t offer itself up to you all at once, bit by bit completely, freely.Yoga wants to see if you’ll go the distance. Once you’ve proven yourself patient ─ opened up fully to … Continue reading Nandini

Q.O.T.D.

I’ve been thinking of that man with the red car, and the darkness through which we tried to speed, but inevitably hopelessly failed. I re￾member the familiar route we took, hours after he’d introduced me to the damned, awakening my desire to explore the dark but not the dark as he’d planned it The thrill … Continue reading Q.O.T.D.

Lesser Tale

Playhouse plaything I know I’m your sweetest sweet nothing Theatre sat Songbird pet of brevity Wrong melody Theatre box Inverse purse, thanx This time round I’ll skip the verse Keep the key Fort Knox locks bent outta shape Old skinhorse Best we take our leave Away along the roman trail Fly afar upon winged steed … Continue reading Lesser Tale

Wizards

I got real good real quick at putting things away and at forgetting but then I thought it time to revisit him, look upon his faces if only to see whether what I’d say would now change them If only I hadn’t returned time and again in times past with this changing thought perhaps I … Continue reading Wizards