Poetry for Scientists
------------------------------- December 28, 2002 In the drawing of a heart we mirror a question mark. And therein begins the quandary. ******* If we are living in an illusion, why are we so impressed when a magician makes a rabbit disappear? ******* Early December 28, 2002 Even a stupid bug knows that a candle flame isn't the rising sun; a light in the window isn't daybreak. Yet it clearly stands to reason that every single inch of sunrise solely depends upon our... anticipation. ******* Never looking up, she said there were no such things as stars. ******* Continuum January 18, 2003 What strange thoughts, the heavens. Divine synaptic constellations; holographic galactic ideas. When we open our eyes, it's this world, this time, these heavens. When we close them, universes appear. ******* March 18, 2003 If someone tells you to grow up, ask for a reason and a couple of examples. ******* March 20, 2003 Language is a magic act that makes truth disappear. ******* April 22, 2003 Earth Day The rest you may abuse. ******* Wavicles 7/4/13 Is the universe inhaling or exhaling? A draw, or a push? Are we wrapped up in one big breath, an infinite lung of boundless expansion? Or a spiral, a spring that breathes and breathes throughout, driving the cosmos. A loosening and tightening of torque, compression--expansion, a celestial Slinky.. When up our mortal coil, with no more spring and no more torque, we breathe and straighten out, breathe and straighten out... to coil yet once again. ******* 9/16/05 In the dark in my den, a constellation of no particular logic lights up the illusion to point the way: a compass in disarray. Where is the mystical meaning? There is a galaxy alight in my living room; not a spiral or natural form: the eyes of the technology that entertains me. They as well, staring lost in the night. Deep inside there's footing. My destination, my journey. Never leaving, always arriving-- a blind man's light. ******* |
Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- Belly-Busting Angel Clowns December 24, 2002 Angel clowns? Whoever heard of such a thing? Big red nose, puffy over-sized shoes, wings askew, dangerously dangling midair. Angel clowns, faster than fast, funnier than funny, the Buddhas of humor. They will tell you jokes even in the clutches of your grief. They're the ones who make you laugh in church, at a funeral. And in your madness will lift you up to watch safely, far away from yourself. Armed to the big red smiles in yuks, Angel clowns shake loose the holiest of holies from the driest of the dry. ******* Talk Me Into Being God December 22, 2002 Outside the wall and beyond, are open arms that accept us no matter what. Can we be so forgivable to believe that? So lovable that we can conceive Gods so loving that we would always be loved? To fathom the deepest part of us we try. Every moment missed, is saved. No matter where you go, there you are. Talk me into being, God. ******* Thoughts can be friend or foe, but best as saviors. Neither push nor pull can make it dance. No conjoling, nor promises. Glitter and gold won't entice it. Helpless, trickless.... Be an empty hole God can fall into. ******* Diet December 1, 2002 We have to reach a point where the good takes up so much space, it leaves room for nothing but compassion. Like a bathtub overflowing from another good soul jumping in... A world bursting at the seams from too much kindness... Only the strongest spirits would come to earth now. ******* Unconditional October 18, 2002 When I tell a joke it doesn't laugh. When I complain, it won't listen. If I remember or forget, it doesn't matter. If I cry or dance, it remains the same, If I lie or tell the truth, it doesn't care. This hopeless case is my only hope. The translation is love, and only love. ******* Atlas August 5, 2002 Only a patient compassionate God would allow us to go on like this. Lesser gods would throw down fire and brimstone, throw in the towel. Ours accepts human frailty. Maybe good and evil have nothing to do with one another, nothing in common but philosophy. Time and place and peace afford magical thoughts like these. ******* Progenitor November 2002 Pretending we are immortal. My Mother's blue teapot on the refrigerator... I leave my heir the object of my earliest memory. |
Observations
------------------------------- Sprouts in Winter Rain Shivering branches sadly weep, and stain their gray boughs. Beneath cold tears, all silently rejoice! ******* December 18, 1982 Music to the deaf, sight to the blind, such a magical world resides within. If we were to stop pretending, and jumped inside, we would find that we are only alive. There's no reflection in this mirror, only everything. ******* Prism Leaves change color in the Fall to give light back to the sun. ******* Mending December 7, 1988 A stone wall slowly collapses into the earth. The boy knows that below covered by dead branches and out of sight, live the tiny lives that hide away in earth shelters and caves, that are the stone wall. Those faces and places will surface many years from now, when the weathered farmer rediscovers his wall. That will be cause for mending... and celebration. ******* Release May 8, 1999 An old farmer has come out to the road to cut back the underbrush. He uncovers a stone wall hidden by the growth. With saw and sickle he releases the wall. As with all work, he created more work. His wall needs harnessing and mending. Disquised as a forest, it's gone the way of the wild. A stone here, a gap there. The creatures that live within like the neighborhood just the way it is: skylights, patios, indoor waterfalls. The farmer now has a vision of what the wall is to become. How it should be, how it was. As a small child he inherited the wall, and now he will set its course aright. To keep out what never should have tresspassed, and protect that which is within, which should have always been protected.. ******* One World Waxing 12/8/88 Trees crying in the colors of Fall, as life is torn from their branches. ******* Assault Strangled grass lie trampled beneath crippled trees bony and gray; the Winter steals its deadly way. A tyrant without reason, this change in the season. Water ever pressing onward is a cool breeze. of cold and damp that steps me from the river. ******* Taking care of business. Now do you get it? When not a damn green thing can be found on the entire planet, understand f**king well that there is a spring always alive in the heart of a human being. ******* Changing all your windows doesn't change your view. Don't waste too much time with ideas, change the substance of your understanding. ******* |