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Quicksand II

QUICKSAND II

An explanation
Is only a theory
But with pretensions

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Never Pat A Burning Dog

NEVER PAT A BURNING DOG

Sundry faiths there are
Bickering over the words
Of a single truth

The Voice: Four By Six

THE VOICE

An untamed voice cries out
“Here’s to awakening”
And the clink of glasses
Resounds from shore to shore

Question And Answer

QUESTION AND ANSWER

The question is not
“Yes or no,” steadfast searcher
but, “Now or later.”

Magician II

MAGICIAN II

In the poet’s words
Something unique is revealed
As universal

In The Last Moments Of My Christmas Candle (Republished)

IN THE LAST MOMENTS OF MY CHRISTMAS CANDLE

In the nest of a speckled thrush
Which contained some good ideas
I swear
I swear I saw a lamb
Who are you, heart of the flame
Who stand in grace above a dying light?
Sad endings across the hollow lake
Ducks at evening
A glacier of wax
The glass mountain of Nativity
Urbane as a bustling sufferer
The whole world in a flame
If it grew as a sheet of steel
For the hammer of hard fortune

Embrace
Embrace the light
Do not flee before fears of your own face
Or a tree
Hopelessly strong
Though dressed like an artist
I have nowhere to go
There is no flame
No flower without bud
No budding without death
Ah love, to know is to be true
Unsure as a bursting sunflower
On a slender stalk
Living to find the sun
I fear the sharp eyes of the wind

Child
Of a spring and a summer gone by
All my life in a locket round my neck
Containing a few friends
Many books
Many songs
And myself
In flower

Goddess
I see you pretend to die proudly
Neck as a swan’s
But you will bend your back
Cough like an old man
Spitting in the street his lungs
I am the heart of the flame
The tree
The lord of life
Love is all, love is me
I do not need to tell you
Quite uselessly beautiful
You are the cloudless stars
You are the speckled sky

Counterfeit

COUNTERFEIT

Let’s pretend we’re in love
I won’t tell if you won’t
We can fool everyone
Even one another

Guides And Wise Ones (19a)

GUIDES AND WISE ONES

Ancient truths
Yet newly minted
Still needful
And therefore
Spirit sets sail once again
Fresh canvas, same wind

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Shadorma November

Dirty Business

DIRTY BUSINESS

Too much pollution
In our air, in our water
In our politics

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“There is the path of wisdom and the path of ignorance. They are far apart and lead to different ends … Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither like the blind led by the blind. What lies beyond life shines not to those who are childish, or careless, or deluded by wealth. ”

– Katha Upanishad,

In Essence

IN ESSENCE

Nothing’s black or white;
‘t’s all mixed up. Nothing changes;
Just the skin colour.

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