Monthly Archives: November 2016

Poem – What makes The Dalai Lama Lovable

His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait Also. One’s own body Aches Witnessing The sloping Shoulders & Angled Neck;  One hopes He Attends Yoga class Or does Yoga On his own … Continue reading

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Poem – What it Feels Like

As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract It has lodged In my heart. There it lies Green & whole with a luscious red heart of its own daring me to cut. 

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Poem – Turning Madness into Flowers

If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor;  but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor is essence residue remains of all our relations all our ancestors who have … Continue reading

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Poem – To Change the World Enough 

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the least pardonable of humiliations; in the past it has sent us scurrying off daunted and ashamed into the shadows. Now, … Continue reading

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Poem – You want to Grow Old Like the Carters

Let other leadersRetire To play golf & write Memoirs About bombing Villages They’ve never seen. Growing old Presents a peril They may not Expect. It is to lose One’s soul In trivia & irrelevance The nerve Endings Blunted By the … Continue reading

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Poem – Word Reaches Us 

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others walking there a sense of what we have lost: the broad expanse of humanity’s sensitivity to the oneness of itself. Gabrielle, … Continue reading

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Poem – A Picture Story for the Curious 

I get to meditate in a chair!  Or against the wall with my legs stretched out!  (Or even in bed!)  I get to see maybe half of what I’m looking at!  (This changes everything!)  I get to dance like the … Continue reading

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