Tuesday, August 31, 2010

each time dawn appears

each time
dawn appears,
the mystery
is there
in its entirety

-rene daumal (1908-1944)

Friday, August 27, 2010

in praise of curves

ample, soft,
fleshy, generous,

Thursday, August 26, 2010

show yourself

each morning she
sorts through
her collection
of masks
trying to decide
which one
to wear that
will cause her
the least
of pain
carefully avoiding
the mirror until
it is in place
so afraid to
show herself
to her self

Monday, August 23, 2010

in the habit

this cowl is not a blinder
my robe, not cumbersome
these folded hands, not idle
my silence is not dumb
though some may think me odd,
what can i say? i am in the habit of
finding beauty in the world
the artist and monk are one

Friday, August 20, 2010

a pearl in the making

i don't know why
i am surprised
anymore, to find
my tears so close
to the surface,
it happens so
often these days...
my eyes, always
on the verge
of giving me away
but wisdom says:
let them fall,
they are pearls
in the making

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

20/20 night vision

i have been revisiting
some things lately,
turning them over
(and over) again
in my mind...
sorting them out
in my dreams, and
wishing the 20/20 clarity
of my night vision
translated more easily
into waking life

Saturday, August 14, 2010

broken mandala (clean slate)

open a vein
be bled
of your color
be done
with the pain
oh, that it were
so simple a thing
as wiping
a slate clean

Friday, August 13, 2010


i rise each day
on hopeful wings,
with songs learned
in the night watch
still lingering
on my tongue

Sunday, August 8, 2010


i like nonsense,
it wakes up
the brain cells.
fantasy is a
necessary ingredient
in living; it's a way
of looking at life
through the wrong end
of a telescope...
that enables you
to laugh at [some of]
life's realities.

-theodor geisel (1904-1991)

Friday, August 6, 2010

ever widening

i live my life in
widening circles
that reach out
across the world
i may not complete
this last one but
i give myself to it...

-rainer maria rilke (1875-1926)

Monday, August 2, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010

reflection on a summer day

today the summer has come
at my window with its
sighs and murmurs...
now it is time to sit quiet,
face to face with thee,
and to sing dedication of life
in this silent and
overflowing leisure

-rabindranath tagore (1861-1941)