Autumn comes, leaves blanket the neighbor’s driveway in bright yellow, same color as the dry straw grass that hairs the hillside seen in bleary morning eye. Dusty, trees drop their deadweight, birds recline in baking heat screech in protest, I sit by the little Aztec pot awaiting a flash from the blue, a bolt from beyond, a strike from the novel outside. I have imposed … Continue reading Vajra Bell
Went flower picking on the mount sun-drenched in the early afternoon, curved absences of light wriggled cross the rough tar back of the road I paused briefly to examine the flutterings of a butterfly, brilliant orange, drunken flight moved locations out to grab a large coffee from the service station pre-paid to avoid lackacash awkwardness sidled unnanounced down the side of the Bard’s Palace, cliffy … Continue reading Brushwork
Too raunchy for print, that last one Nonetheless, perhaps something for your little ears, my children, a Mild Spice an Anglicisation of materac There is a minded artifact in this world A soul vine Who calls softly through the wind to those who would hear it listen now, carefully, if you can Do you hear Her? You can find Her at the base of your … Continue reading Sushumna Tale
The goal while playing the human game is to be fully human and to, necessarily implied in that, discover what it is to be fully human. Likewise, the goal while playing the game of being a squirrel is to be fully squirrel, and to, necessarily implied in that, discover what it is to be fully squirrel. Human beings, if they confuse themselves with a squirrel, … Continue reading Playing The Human Game
Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream of cities walled, of malls, gritty city streets, halls of commerce stacks of paper miles deep things to make your children weep Man, dream of guns, of bullets, of rifle-song, of the guillotine of obscene bombs twenty thousand strong bursting over the heads of He-Who-Must-Be-In-The-Wrong Man, dream of empire, dream of walls, of Coliseum miles tall of … Continue reading Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason
What do I remember from weekend? Waves lapping the side of river Cascades of sunlit moisture sheeting cross midair in afternoon raine Breath of earth heart, soft over the hairs of hilltops A pair of birds alight on the tree, sheltering wet wings for a brief moment Alighting into a milk-tea sky shudders of great vibrations of incomprehensible wiggling motivations in the breast of the body … Continue reading River Mountain Nature Rain
A wink across cyberspace to a being whom I regard as part of myself, namely, you. —What on earth is the matter with you? Every time you come within a hairs breadth of it, you rush off to check whether or not what you just saw had been seen by another Did it occur to you that those who have seen did not walk from … Continue reading What On Earth Is The Matter With You?
I have something to say to you, dear one listen to me, it is the rustle of leaves and the bright yellow sound of sunlight tapping on white paint, it is the laughter of babes! it is the great beast with countless arms and eyes who is everywhere and nowhere, whose breath raises, mountain, and falls, valley! “it” is pouring sweet ambrosia into the heart … Continue reading Poetry of my heart
What is the soul? I cannot stop asking… I try to pin it down, it slips away, maybe words can’t capture the right feel today Is it the way the wind rustles the leaves into gutter alleys and cul de sacs between the bricks? Or the heat spreading from my chest? What is the difference between these two processes? When I look, I cannot find … Continue reading Finding the Soul
Big mind, singing mind, mind without border or limit, spread edge-ways across the observable universe, moss growing silently on rocky plateau in the Andes, tree frog glistens, croaks song in the Amazon night, love of mother penguin for chicklet in freezing Arctic the first rubs of Cicadas wings after seventeen years of hibernation, ecstatic lovemaking in the insect kingdom, the lights on Fifth Avenue shift … Continue reading Can I sing to You?