You are going to see wonderful things that no tongue or pen can adequately describe. Well, when you return to earth again, do you suppose you can make people believe the story of your experiences? Never! Be thankful if you are the possessor of a secret joy yourself, and do not attempt to impart it …
Layers Of Memory
Layers Of Memory You unfold in layers like the sheet, blanket, and comforter wrapped around me. You are a memory, alive from not long ago. Why now do you rise up from your nothingness to awaken in my mind. This body asleep? I would have remembered you in a time more suited to your grandeur. …
Of Love, Remembrance
Of Love, Remembrance The smell and feel of sun dried sheets This Earth Mornings with nothing to do Freedom The serene silence of meditation Solitude Croaking of the evening frogs Words Rainbows floating across my room Imagination Waddling ducks along the stream Nature The sandbox where I play and dream Fun The whispered touch of …
January 6, 2002
Each friend represents a world in us possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. —Anaïs Nin We met while walking in different directions going to and from a memory of the past on that bright warm January morn. It’s strange how life just …
A Speck Of StarDust
A Speck Of StarDust I saw in a dream… Last night a speck of stardust fell through my closed eyelid and lodged itself, unmovable, into my existence. I woke this morning at a lost for words to describe the experience of this dream. What word could explain or extrapolate this feeling I am? Words would …
I Want
I Want I want to write more than words that say I love you. I want to write poetry that fills your heart with ecstasy, your mind with wonder, your body with burning desire. I want to write words which move your eyes to tears, fill your ears with the sweetness of the loon’s lonely …
A Serendipitous Occasion
A Serendipitous Occasion You ask where you will lie after your death? Where lie the souls unborn? — Seneca We exchanged our vows between a rising full moon and an ocean setting sun a top a dune made of sand, Two different points of reference, not an ending or a beginning, but a blending of …
It Doesn’t Matter Who You Love
It Doesn’t Matter Who You Love I was saddened to hear of Rod McKuen's (April 29, 1933 – January 29, 2015) passing a few year ago. It was because of his words that I fell in love with poetry. It was because of what his words inspired in me that I am a poet today. …
Alchemy Of Love
Alchemy Of Love "You write a lot about 'Love'," a friend recently commented. "I do," was my response. "Why?" "I write about love because it is what I am, what I am learning, and what I want to understand more of before I leave this world." And then, in the style of Almitra, the High …
One Word
One Word But above all, the poet, is he who names things... And that's the poet's mission, profound and sacred communication. And another word for that is love. – Carlos Fuentes If I could have but one word to describe you, it would not be a word like "love" or "God," for although both of …
The Grace Of Small Gestures
The Grace Of Small Gestures I was surprised and angry a few weeks ago when I read an interview conducted by Nina Utne with Stephen and Ondrea Levine on marriage and love*. A portion of her interview is quoted here. S: People who get into relationship who don't already have something that's more important to …
The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye
The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse—for Death, he said, can never come between lovers. — Maguib Mahdouz I never thought the last time we said, “Good bye,” would be the last time. If I had known, I would have done it …
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 …
I Love, Therefore I Am
My apologies to René Descartes, but when I look back on my life, more than the places I've travelled to and lived I remember most of all the people I love. No, that is not a grammatical error? I use the presence tense for love because I believe love never ends, it just sometimes changes …
Gratitude I
Gratitude I To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. …
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 …
Love Simplified
Love Simplified I don't believe love ever ends. Once having loved you cannot, not love. I still love everyone I ever loved. It is just the tense of the word that places love in the past. It is our language which complicates love more than our emotions. Love is an absolute without tense. It is …
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, …
Life’s Greatest Loss
Life’s Greatest Loss The lowest depth of misery is the loss of a loved one. It was the only time I ever considered suicide as a viable option to life. It was not in my thinking an attempt to join with Kathleen in her realm as energy, but in truth, I was uncertain if I …
Abundance
Abundance Fruits Of The Garden: There is such an abundance of food on the property that each day I learn of another plant, healing herb, fruit or useful weed. Today I was given a green pumpkin (an important food product for the Fijians) by Anna, the caretaker's wife, from the empty lot next to Chaldea …
Being In Love
Being In Love ...When you are highly sensitized to love, when you vibrate deeply, sexually, bodily, ...the being is enlarged, its capacity highly increased. —Anaïs Nin I miss being in love, that sacred Logos between a woman and a man, a goddess and a god, between two souls unmasked. I miss the smile on …
