#529. walk before bed
January 20, 2012
off season
the river and the moon
paint me in night in chill wind chime
out on the pier thrusts my walking mind
upon the harbor one ghost sail raised for home
the planks the pilings the broken tangled gear weathered
seen off through gathering fog by myself and the golden hound
#511. the physics of midwinter’s day
December 21, 2011
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
#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
#490. genesis walk
November 30, 2011
in vast
late november
purity all is color
in grey river whitecaps
I advance a moment in time
only to wheel and hurry back
into the darkness in the beginning
was the word and the word was a lie
let there be light and dark became
#489. a glimpse
November 29, 2011
the day
has twisted
my thoughts into tempests
thwarted desires
lead me to the foot
of the bridge
my stone
is worn smooth
by the quiet noise
of the Endless
river
#472. became today
May 26, 2011
all the trains
and all the shadows
tunnels of red light green
beams scurry grey grey as ghosts
now we become new york ghosts as well
the sign of the times is the light thru the grate
#463. weathered
March 10, 2011
i am walking
along the river
gone down again
to the sweet wrack
and wreck of beauty
and water raining upon
my brown hat gone grey
as my hair is going into the
new strength of my daily age
who cares about the aches and pains
moving fast towards new rivers
#454. another ghost of new york
January 12, 2011
in the great alone
stuck deep in the thousand eyes
of subway trains
crushed
hope
still
bloomed
the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone
#453. winter warp
January 8, 2011
ragged man
a burnt stew pot
crunchy black bits
depression is returned
by the fire under brooklyn
bridge cold blanket chilled lifetime
this is only one now one then one now
