Saturday, June 13, 2009

Allah Hoo

We sing of Allah who is here and love, always.
The chant rides on the harmonium keening its chord.
We blend and the words, Allah hoo, God is here,
Touch me and the tears run as my voice cracks.

They say who is being sought causes the seeking,
Still I believe in no god, Allah or other.
The universe, vast and amoral embraces us all.
We are stardust and dung because they are each other.

Yet I long for the holy; would I know if it came?
My path seems neither of love nor of service.
I sit on my cushion, sing out to the ether,
Repeating the words of long-dead mystics.

(from a friend in June 2009, written in 1999)

Sun splash, water splash
Greasy white, red turning brown
Shoulders tender: Ouch!

Quiet thoughts, awake
Voice and words, warm evenings
Bright smiles, three days hence.

Wind chimes in the breeze
Now soft, now loud, now silent.
Now, it's always now.

Friends here for four days
gone home; no need to talk more.
Silence, so welcome.

(From a friend, June 2009)

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Laughter after rain
Floating thoughts, words drift between
Sparkles in the night

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Spring birds paint an aural landscape
Golden sun warms my back
North breeze cools my chest

Red ladybug climbs up and over
Yellow clover, dandelion stems
Steady, determined, alive

Stillness parts the veil

Friday, April 24, 2009

New eyes sparkle with life
Futures roll to the horizon

Old eyes misty from life
Past sorrows bathe memories' ruins

The tears are real
The reasons are not

Only this moment


Monday, April 13, 2009

Grey clouds, drizzling mist beyond glass panes
Isolated inside from World outside

Inside, pixelated windows transport me
To to yet another outside world

But still isolated here with
Murmuring business voices
Whooshing air handlers
Jangling calendar alarms

Even here, the Way is apparent

Monday, March 16, 2009

Stillness, grey, misty outside in early dark

Journey's footsteps fall softly
Heart opens, smiles, warming in Light
One before the other, distance covered

Soul beside me, breath tender
Love graces spaces between
Richly glowing, soothing, healing

Stillness, golden, misty inside in early dawn

Thursday, March 12, 2009


Comedy on Confederate Avenue

Cop in a cruiser
Across a four way stop
Hesitates as I

Unsure who's next

White van on right
Eases tentatively
Into danger zone

Escorted by Squirrel
Scampering a straight line
Full in the moment

Knowing who's next

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