#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

#363. it got so

August 23, 2010

work again

thought so
so it got so


how did
it get so



#225. a glimpse

April 7, 2010

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

you dream such soulful dreams
i’m glad that you share them with me
they explode
all my black and white themes
turning them orange
and green.

red dreamer
dreamin’ in red
letting the heart poems out
from soul to head
red dreamer
sleeping in bed
sweet visions tonight
all fears fled.

blue dreamer
dreamin’ in blue
shaping the soul poems go
from deep in the pool
blue dreamer
knowing life’s rule
life is suffering
all the Endless school.

golden dreamer
dreamin’ in gold
building the mind poems high
from thoughts to soul
gold dreamer
creating so boldly
the visions and dreams
all crowns told.

#148. Wish List

January 20, 2010

To hold my sleeping grandchild
like an armful of blossoms.

For my right hand to understand
how to play guitar.

To know what my dozing dog
is dreaming.

For my friends to spend the Endless
together laughing and telling stories.

To chase my dreams without care
for thier completion.

For my poems to ride the waves of madness
like golden surfers.

#145. Th Woman (more)

January 17, 2010

Th woman
is a windowpane
slowly melting down.
a liquid

receive essence of i.
taste yr taste.


on the telephone.
her voice.
tinglecalls me.
makes me.

#144. Th Woman (more)

January 16, 2010

Th woman
as imagination
penetrates deep
all the thoughts and actions
of lust depth.
of all wakeful and visionary.
the shutter clicks
depth of all.


as sleep
the body flow upon me
lips pressed open.

the light of it.

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