Single

Even married people are single.

Now

Now is not dependent upon something that happened or something that is going to happen.

Do Art

"Now", is a personal pronoun.

Love

Wanting to be loved

Opening to whatever

Ant crawls on my arm.

Easter Morning

Love gets lost and

Love gets found.

It may be hidden,

But it’s all around.

You may think you don’t have it,

But it has you.

No one to get it from.

It has them too.

What Needs To Be Done

I don't remember

what I was going to do,

but I'm going to do it.

Working Through

As we continue to exchange what each of us has to say and communicate with one another, one thing becomes clear, and that is that we love each other.

And if we get into a disagreement, an argument, a misunderstanding and we forget our individuality – our separateness, and we continue wishing, wanting, trying to get the other to understand how we are right, we may eventually arrive at a point where it seems quite clear that we hate each other.

Be willing to be misunderstood. Our love persists without agreement, without words, without actions. It is our ground of being.

Having A Drink — Modern Cinderella

Silver

Sliver

Slipper

Sip

Sudzy

Bubbles

tickle

lip

Tongue

Taste

Bitter

Bit

Moment

Slows

as Beer Bits

Hit.

A Very Petite Awakening

Less than two and fifty years

Looking for light behind windows

Now in moments of clarity it is remembered

All halls are empty; all halls are full.

Rolling Green Hills

up and down

I make want love

to see, give, have

do love.

round and round

I do see go

say, have

feel love go.

over and over

I say do see

stay get

am

love

do.

under and over

I do find feel

have

do see get, give

love.

Found ground; whole;

love is

do

be

have

will.

and

we

three

is

one.

New Morning

Golden

Holding fast,

the last can then be first.

And we together alone;

it shone so bright, that light, that night,

And day, and north to south —

180° — a sneeze — God bless you!

A circle, a spiral; the bottom, the top,

Don't stop, But just keep right on going right. Don't fight.

But then you never did, kid.

It's that friendliness that needs looking after.

The rafter is high;

And at times when I

look up,

And see that cup,

And watch the drops as they

pour o'er the edge

Or see the sun as it peeks o'er the ledge,

I turn and find that there behind

the million masks of life is love.

Home

At the end of a rainbow,

At the finish of the last cup of tea

When all our dreams lay sleeping

When the sorrows are vacant of cries,

Then with collar folded simply

And hands and heart open

And ready to be wrong

Then will you slowly come home again.

The Sky

The sky will fall

The earth will rise

To open Love.

Shadow

In the shadows

In the cold dark shadows

Isolated and alone

Love appears.

Who am I?

Who I am is eating

what who I am is feeding

to who I am.

No Thing

Can you see no thing

And be no thing

Until you are filled completely

with sky? ...

Oh, Blessing! No one to answer.

Whole

The Whole Truth of myself

remains to be seen;

I thought I was

red,

but I am

and always have been

green.

3 Haiku

All of there, is here.

My view point, an illusion.

Nothing. Yes, no thing.

Every expression

Expresses the same Being

No differentness.

Disolving away

Separation is no more

Thus is; I is not.

Circa 1962

Under the spreading chestnut tree

the newly fallen fruit

lies

rotten.

While in the maternity wards

of hospitals all over the world,

Pregnant women

give birth to

crying infants

who

wear diapers

and

get married.

While in shipyards,

heavy metal is hammered into shiney, corroding submarines,

which are

being scrapped for junk.

And while the todays and tomorrows

become yesterdays,

I stand by

listening to Big Ben chime

and hear

Nothing.

Divine Corollary

Two Individuals, equal to God,

Are equal to each Other.

Change

Nothing can be done to change

the way things are,

But something can be done to change

the way things seem to be.

Neighborhood News

"I understand new lives are being offered. Your very own."

Where, in the village?

"No, here."

In the morning?

"No, now."

What do I do to get this new life?

"Breathe. Be here Now. Breathe Now.

See Tolle. He has additional testimony."

Mystical Revelation

(written circa 1965)

The things on which I was deciding

came from the place in which 'twas hiding.

And there he sat, and smiling wide.

He knew his house was, and inside.

The smoke which filtered from his lips,

was felt within their finger tips.

"The child and the old man, three,

are not enough for you and me."

His moustache flowed toward his right arm,

And he carried an umbrella on his arm.

And on her head, a big round hat.

Her eyes were slant, just like a cat.

"I'm not just speaking just to you,"

the Master spoke one day,

"but all the people on the ground

and those in every ray."

His fingers burned like glowing coals.

"It's not the world that's full of holes!

But he who made it wants to spin,

and try to let the children in."

"Let's all increase the rhythm,

so the cross has four more bars.

And following the triangle,

we all can reach the stars."

"The heart of love has three side too

but you just think that there's but two.

And from these numbers you must break,

for more than just the earth's at stake."

"The mountain's high and smoking,

but the lady dressed in red,

will open widely up her cape,

and all 'cept he will dread."

But more of this another time

You must go in the way

Or as the bars do frame the fence

Without it you will stay.

"An octave goes from do to do

I just felt fear.

Please don't make me go."

Addendum

I have gone further still

and I'm nearer than then

and the time which I've spent I've been buying.

All worlds are for sale, but it costs a great deal,

to begin with one has to stop trying.

On a Walk

The sky is in my head

The earth is in my belly

Birds are on my tongue

Their flutters surround my ears.

My Love (to the tune of "Nobody loves me; everybody hates me; guess I'll go eat worms".

Everybody loves me.

Nobody hates me.

Guess I've been confused.

Open my head up;

Take my brain out;

Turn it around 'till it's infused

With Truth, with Love, with God up above,

With God below and inside.

Now that I know the way that It is,

There no further reason to hide

My Love, my love, my Love, my love

There's no further reason to hide.

Open my head up;

Take my brain out;

Turn it around don't divide.

Glasnost

When Ma & Pa were little

kettles of fish, it was fine as gold spun threads

bobbin' for applesider

zee firsty boy was drinkin' a glasnost of water,

clear, still water.

Several glasses

and one

pear of contacts later, I heard a sound

hoarse sound

horse rockin'

in the front room

plenty of room enough for two

or

three

of a kind-

ly gentleman dressed and ready for

roasting on his Anniversary of 30 years employment

with the sane company.

Perhaps they were not sane, but a crowd

or crowded street in the middle of the city —

east coast

or west of the Mississippi.

A Love Song of Some Sun

Here are some words for you to see,

'bout a boy & a song & some sun & a tree,

And the tree sang the sun & the sun

Sang the tree,

But only the boy

& the sound of the light

Of a star that is you

& the heard that is me

Is anywhere more

Than just under the thought

That I think is of you

That my mind is of me.

Beach Scene

Curling wisps

of shiney wet

whip-like grasses

smell of salt marsh, swamp,

dead fish and flies.

Slightly sweet, still winds whisper -

'the ocean lives just the other side of the

sharp, tall, cutting grasses and light grey - sometimes white sand hills'.

The tiniest insects hike the hills of sand

digging, tunnelling,

disappearing under the sand,

still able to breathe.

3 Poems Circa Dec. 2008

A buzzing from the kitchen

The ‘lectric stove is hot.

Water is rattling the kettle.

~

Far away, a distant landscape,

blue sky, yellow horizon shaping a transparent crystal.

Now a label wrapped around a bottle of spring water.

~

Yellow paint on fragments of freshly cut wood —

graphite core.

Just a pencil sharpened.

What’s the point?

Late at Night

The chatter of crackers

crunching in my mind.

My teeth grind the crackers to bits,

but it's my mind that makes all the noise.

Instructions to my Identity

Smaller

Smaller still.

Still smaller,

I can still see you;

Still hear you;

Still notice your differences,

Your standing out apart from others.

Smaller, ...quieter;

quiet ... still,

until there’s absolutely nothing of you remaining.

There, you have disappeared!

Now you can begin.