#514. strung out

December 24, 2011

cold and still
in the canyons tonight
the wind pierces by the river
struggling with my simultaneous selves
all of my moments are lost until by memory
they are desired

#512. three eves before

December 22, 2011

eyes below the river path
between the detritus sculptures
catching fire on the narrow ledge there
the low murmured song of homeless seekers
after shelter after finding a way to occupy december
night tonight and all the nights through holy breath and death
all is unknown except this broken glass ornament

anchored between the river and dark solstice
i take comfort in the bright knowledge
that the light is growing surely now
with reflections off the ripples
catching the city of spring
pivoting returning hope
from day to night 
now back again
towards day

#508. sestina of the path

December 18, 2011

today i am walking with the river
the bodhisattva ghosts
are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
in the clear smoke
i think in light

today i am walking with the light
across the elemental river
out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
and my clear mind thinks of time
drifting the bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the elemental light
within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing the ghosts
silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the clear deep music
the element of ghosts
clearly causing the silent voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying the drifting deep time
silently taking in the light
is bodhisattva even in the smoke
the voice of elemental music
thoughts from the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are the smoke
takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in bodhisattva light
voice of this  river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

#507. path sestina

December 17, 2011

today i am walking with the river
enjoying all bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
causing my mind to think in light

today i am walking with the light
taking me across the element of river
clearing out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
who cause my mind to think of time
drifting with  bodhisattva music

today i am walking with the music
drifting in the voice of the elemental light
taking me within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing through the ghosts
enjoying my silence in the smoke

today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the deep music
thinking in the element of ghosts
clearly causing the voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time

today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying this my deep time
silently taking in the light
drifting with bodhisattva smoke
clear voice of the elemental music
causing thoughts of the river

today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are in the smoke
which takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in the bodhisattva light
and the voice of this deep river

today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river

#506. path two

December 16, 2011

today i am walking with the light
taking me across the element of river
clearing out of silence i smoke
enjoying the deep ghosts
who cause my mind to think of time
drifting with bodhisattva music

#504. path

December 14, 2011

today i am walking with the river
enjoying all the bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
teaching my mind to think in light

#497. tis the season

December 7, 2011

ran some errands today
endured the noise 
christmas crowds push
they seemed tired
this odd warm angry year
does not matter
walking through the door
when you smile up
at me and the dog runs up
for her belly rubs

it’s quiet in the noisy market
as purple kholrabi scream
hot malaysian cashews
chatter with the old
tiny women over
locally grown 
sour cherries
volunteers groan
and shave ice blocks
out the highway moaning
with the muffled shade made
in the noise of the quiet market

quiet walk
alone in the chatter
of unusually happy poets
i love you brooklyn bridge from high
and low beneath me an ancient schooner
casts off her lines and stands out to blue sea

the cables thrummmm and i have become unstuck in time

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