July 15, 2014
all the pebbles drop
there are stones in my body with
space around them and through them
there is a feeling of solid when paying attention
it vibrates and disperses
seeds begin elsewhere
dropped from the bowels of birds
their heads with clouds squeezing out the water
the atmosphere and soil retain
little clear roots dig into being;
lick between the drops, the tongue
splits content; solid until it’s eaten
blood is hope flavored
the birds stop singing and
the pebbles steam; i’m in love with
the smell of concrete after rain
this foot wet, this foot dry
December 5, 2013
Dearest Mr. Nelson Mandela!
Ride the Wind you Great Heart! Thank you for your Most honorable and worthy efforts. Thank you for your Compassion and example! Thank you for the reflection that Humanity can choose to live in Peace together; and that even one persons voice can make a difference in the world.
Rest in Peace Great Teacher!
rest in peace, great human.
with wonder and gratitude, May the stars welcome you home!
August 19, 2013
The vision of the cold box and the golden bubble
Deep down, inside the center of my heart, there
is a low, square frozen metal box
I pull the ring and open the frigid door,
My Motherfathersisterbrother are bound
angry, struggling on fire.
Using my tools, I take the door off the hinges, so
it will never be closed or locked again.
I seal my family in a bubble of light,
the Golden Light of Love, Forgiveness, and Surrender.
I try to send it away but it hovers and spins.
The arm of my Brother remains outside,
in case I wish
to grasp his hand and come home.
I crawl into the center and sit; meditating,
relaxing into the chill along my legs.
The smoke curls around me;
it issues from Emptiness,
similar to looking into the eyes
of an Abbess I once knew.
Letting go, we share breath;
the golden bubble floats away.
April 4, 2013
Dandelion (for Tsültrim Mewo Michael Opperman )
sitting in the grass
watching the growth
the morning’s dark green
all seemed brief until the surprise
of the yellow dandelion flowers
that sleep like people to
open at the sun’s wonder;
inside burns deep the Great Vow seed
night after night continuous discipline
until the flowers fire their silky wishes
leaving the pate on a purple stem
sitting in the grass
on taking Refuge Vows
this beautiful photo by an unknown author- if you find the author -please contact me.
November 8, 2012
i wish i had a poem to offer
something that expresses the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy
about the kindness of my neighbors
and the bewildered stranded tourists, or the girl who
served me hot coffee 10 blocks up to get internet
she's from Iceland and worked 52 hours in 4 days
and said so with a smile and a twinkle in the eye
to tell of the relief at seeing my brother-in law; late late
who biked a great distance
to see if i was home or if i was lost
and my family, sangha, friends
all who inquire and help
words to speak of
the kindness of those who volunteer in the neighborhoods,
donating time, money, water and food; offering suggestions on social media
and the nighttime traffic whistle blower that keeps drivers safe and
to friends that saw the stars in the city night, that vision inspiration
to the people that work in the dark delis and the fellow making music for anything
and to the fellow at the corner hardware that fixed my flashlight
i'll be shopping there forever
To all of them and
more and more and more
i wish i had a poem to offer.
August 16, 2012
June 26, 2012
the moth clings to the inside of the heart
it is dying to love
the one to which the heart belongs
it cannot fly free because it is afraid
of the idea crawling around inside the mind
of the one to which the mind belongs
the idea has no body;
yet, it crawls and climbs and claws
trying to shred the moth
Yayoi Kusama at the Whitney Museum July 12, 2012 (how very auspicious..)