I brought you to me in the dark before anyone knew,
and you smiled I could feel it.
How hard did we work to get to this place?
I should know but I don’t.
Actuality is a concept better turned over
to monks and brazen women.
Once when you were asleep,
I moved all over your body in a dream.
I was surprised to find you alive.
The water on your face, warm.
Archive for September, 2012
Posted in Poetry on September 21, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Poetry on September 18, 2012| Leave a Comment »
the bell that rings your whole life long,
is the rhyme you can’t unhear.
it takes its time,
it makes all clear.
and when you can’t resist
the walk up your final mountain
bought with sweat of your brow
and costly grime.
it brings you home.
it makes you mine.
Posted in Poetry on September 18, 2012| Leave a Comment »
chalice
dear god
why did you make me
this ugly broken thing
that no one but you
could ever love?
Posted in Philosophy on September 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
where it begins for me is in not judging the judging, accepting non-acceptance and being willing to be willing.
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on September 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
art is not art that is not completed by the viewer.
this requires first engagement and response.
not necessarily a logical one.
because although A=A has a certain beauty,
it may not always be true.
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on September 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
it’s a metaphor: it’s not meant to make sense.
in fact if it doesn’t, then you’ve done your job,
as a meta-forest.
Posted in Philosophy on September 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
ironically, the more i become an ironist, the more willing i am to use words like “god.” cutting the anchor from the word and the thing allows me to speak my needs, rather than being a slave to endless dutiful deeds.
Posted in Poetry on September 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
who remembers
their youth as a splash of mountain candy?
in what homey tale did we all grow up?
i remember much more ugliness than is usually talked about.
the problem is that most people don’t reveal themselves
except in moments of extreme emotional distress—
then they become interesting.
but by then it’s too late,
as one really doesn’t want to reinforce
that kind of interesting.
Posted in Poetry on September 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I loved you like a thunderstorm,
or a lonely winter lion in a long helpless rage.
I loved your heart, your smile,
your laughing parted lips.
I loved you when you were sad.
I loved you when you were away.
I loved you always and even
when you didn’t love me back.
Love came and went like a hand shake in the dark—
its part unfound in any song or secret diary,
and this is the love I fear is killing me
like sand in poison. It is speed,
a sure hand on the dart.
Posted in Philosophy on September 14, 2012| Leave a Comment »
As I approach my 45th birthday, I am confronted with several facts:
1. I have spent my entire remembered life coping with severe and chronic emotional pain.
2. No treatment or therapist has ever been effective for me.
3. No one, to my knowledge, has ever fallen in love with me.
4. I have never been able to achieve my major life goals of finding a “life-mate” and having a family.
5. I do believe chosen love exists, though I have never experienced it.
That, as the Buddhists would say, is my dharma.
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