Until Now

Until Now If we fall in love deeply enough, we fall through our sense of two, into the One. So if you fall in love, fall totally into love, so you fall into the One. — Adyashanti I never understood the meaning of love poetry, until now. I never cried so many tears for any …

No Escape

No Escape There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. — Carl Jung It was one of …

I Am

I Am I am here I am male with a strong anima I am Black, connected with a minority culture and race I am the son of a loving mother and an absent father I am human, a multidimensional being I am a loner, preferring my own company to that of others I am a …

Imprint

Imprint Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats; only delicate natures can realize their sensitive nervous systems. — Helen M. Winslow Your entry the night before was almost silent, except for the brush of your body against the screen door. Walking across the room on cat paws hoping not to awaken, then gently creeping into …

Invisible Hands

Invisible Hands There is only one success... to be able to spend your life in your own way. — Christopher Morley Whatever it was that caused me to believe I am different. Whatever it was that guided me to choose solitude over crowds. Whatever it was that persuaded me to seek wisdom before profit. Whatever …

The Ritual

The Ritual Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic. — Derek Walcott It seems almost ritualistic, the way I step across the bench, face the sky, squat down, adjust my hips, straighten my back, and breathe deeply. All to just sit— and listen to the sea.

Here We Are, Again

Here We Are, Again The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed. — C.G. Jung I don’t know where you came from — a dream I had long ago, now remembered? Perhaps we met as travelers do at a crossroad between destinations. Maybe …

I Remember

I Remember And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and …

Say It!

Say It!  “Say it,” came a voice from everywhere with a body nowhere. “Say what,” I questioned. “Say I am Love,” the voice replied. “I am Love,” I whispered in a thought not moving my lips. “Say it louder!” the voice exclaimed! “I am Love” I spoke in a sound greater than silence still less …

To Dream

We don't learn the word ‘dream’ by being shown a dream, the way we learn the word ‘apple’ by being shown an apple. — Anonymous I sit up startled, curious, wondering how I arrived in that world from this one, and back into here from there. The transition was so easy. like falling asleep, requiring …

StarDust

StarDust Upon hearing of your death I searched the home where we shared so many of our moments together for some sign that you might still be here. I stretched out on the bed which held us in dreams hoping to find some solid part of you to hold on to — But you were …

Gone

Gone It is the knowledge of the genuine condition of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reason for living. —Simone de Beauvior Gone from sight but not from memory. In my mind, a picture of you remains. Although, now, more than a body, I cannot touch you. Although, much …

Grateful

Grateful Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement. – Alice Koller It’s Sunday morning outside the first rain of Autumn soaks into a dry, brown earth the …

Now

Now Not one of us knows what effect his life produces, and what he gives to others; that is hidden from us and must remain so, though we are often allowed to see some little fraction of it, so that we may not lose courage. — Albert Schweitzer   It is just a moment not …

Morning Dance

Morning Dance Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each separate fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in …

Dreams Of A Kiss

Dreams Of A Kiss A Kiss is still...an osculatory apposition of the orbicularis oris and levator labii muscles with posterior involvement of the sternocleidomastoids, commonly in a dexterous orientation. —Onur Gunturkun of Ruhr I saw in two dreams... The first kiss, like that of friends, merely a meeting of lips. Even an accident, maybe..? A …

What Love Is?

What Love Is? I know you must have felt it. Rising up gently with the sunlit, morning breeze, infiltrating your every pore. Your heart skips, then ceases to beat — you are suspended, floating lost, in a grounded feeling you have known all your life? The pure syncopated synchronicity, the instantaneous tranquility between hands, face, …

April 30, 1999

April 30, 1999 I never thought I would write a poem using a date as the title but… My best friend died today. Silently and alone, he vanished from this and reappeared in a different realm. You were needed to paint the flowers which breathe life into this earth, to color intent into the sky …