The Water Poem
Water flat Water blue Water upsidedown CLICK to hear it.
Timing and Guilt
We are habituated to holding - embracing - guilt. So when we think, "Oh, I should do this or do that," and it is not the right time for it, we grab some guilt and put it in our pouch. But the truth is, that each event, each project, each...
Poetic Protest
They don’t want poems to rhyme these days Ruling poetic narrative profounder. But words which rhyme have their ways To plunge to an inside that’s far yonder. There are depths where sense can make a sense Not of logic but of beat and...
Creation
In the beginning was creation = for the beginning to begin, it was created. Creation always was and always is. Creation is the internal charge of all things, events, ideas. It is inherent in all that is. To be fully, humanly alive is to...
Owen Barfield
"Saving the Appearances" is an astounding book. I had I never heard of it before this time. I wrote a poem, and you can hear it here.
Big God
God is an Artist Who Art in Heaven God is an artist I want him to be He drew all the humans He draws each tree. He got the idea For a high sky above He gave us big brains And the goal of love. God keeps tryingTo get one of us rightHe...
A Poem in the Morning
A poem in the morning Supplements and black coffee A reading for the forming Of orientation, Spirit, to Thee. If I begin the day with words That turn my heart to God The arriving hummingbirds Make life not seem so odd. Mystery, magic,...
Who Needs Heaven
Balzac’s Los Illusions
Lucien could turn a phraseUntil more than phrases turned on him.Just twenty, he lept to life’s maze,With angelic face and figure trim. Paris with its jumbled ruesOf dames and writers sweet as sucre:Actresses and poets whoseCareers were...
Job Poem
Job’s so sad I wonder why We share our search With such a guy.His skin had a coverOf scabs and worms.Sleep would hoverBut not take him in her arms.His was the little three lettered nameReminder of our worldly jobs.The spirit is the more...
What a Poem Can Do
Today is life. I deserve to experience the bounty of simply being alive. I can feel the pulse of life ripple through my body wherever I focus my attention. This focus, this attention, this pulse brings me right to where it is best...
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Topics: The Sacredness of Sex Social Organization power vs. force recruitment into groups exiting from groups Beauty and Art structure of creativity Manners and Customs The Fear of Death Politics politics is local power corrupts voting for...
New
What is it about new: new cup, new underwear, new coat, new kitten. Why do we humans like new? I guess it is simple: it is a symbol for re-birth. After a while all objects, including pets and boyfriends, do now...