The middle of the city does not lend itself to much quiet contemplation.
Manufactured waterfalls do little to satiate one's natural desire for nature.
But I look to the sky and I see the clouds in wisps and billows, and if I look high enough I can imagine I'm lying on a grassy hill far above this urban scene.
Focus carefully, then, on the clouds
and the chlorinated fountain begins to smell like lilacs;
the engines like a campfire;
the car alarms sound like birds;
the wind is always wind.
Suddenly, secretly, I am free.
The secret to freedom is not where you find yourself, but where your mind can go.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Nothing New
I wish I could sing
My own song for my king
That he’s never heard
But he’s heard it all
His voice it beckons me,
“Sing, Sing, oh Little One.”
I have nothing new.
Anything that I could say
Has already been said
By prophets of poets
or princes or thieves.
Why do you need me?
I wish I could use
My own words to amuse you
Like you’ve never heard
But you’ve heard it all
Your voice still beckons me,
“Sing, sing, Child anyway.”
I have nothing new.
Anything that I could say
Has already been said
By prophets of poets
or princes or thieves.
Why do you need me?
Why me?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Walking Blind
What an adventure
to live a life of trust.
Wilderness mazes
deliberate meandering
As if the better route
were the jaggedest line.
What an adventure
to live a life of trust.
to live a life of trust.
Wilderness mazes
deliberate meandering
As if the better route
were the jaggedest line.
What an adventure
to live a life of trust.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A Sonnet
Talk not of lovers, I have had my fill
of silly boys and escorted misses
who cannot see a thing outside their will,
‘mid evening lights, exchanging their kisses.
Their eyes are focused on none but the one
beside them sitting here in this café.
The servers must tell them, “Time to go home.
Let us please sleep to be ready next day.”
The single lover holds her affections
in outstretched hands, a poor, inverse beggar
she seeks to give, despite all rejections,
to the nearest passing lovelorn lover.
The world waits not for fantastic wishes,
I would just like some help with the dishes.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Love At The Breaking Point 2-23-04
Come my Love, sleep in my arms
Come my Love rest in my embrace
Let me take that weight from your back
This burden is too much for you
Come my Love, you need to rest
Come my Love, I have what you need
I cannot bear to see you like this
You must be renewed; let me renew you
Come my Love, you can start again
Come my Love, you know where I am
I have a new load for you to bear
It is no lighter--you are stronger
Come my Love, begin with rest
Come my Love, there is work to do
You are able to take this gift
Now my might is your endurance
Come my Love, Come my Love
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