Poetry for Scientists
------------------------------- Shoveling Compost 5/30/13 There isn't much difference between me and compost. There it is, the transformed, transfigured remains of the earth's nutrition. My healthy choices. This is what my consumption has become. We compost in the end. Composting is time. ******* Breathing love into words a living prayer comes into being. Its pollen lights upon our ears, and somehow our hearts bloom. ******* A priori 6/21/13 The beginning needs to give up its understanding of cause and meaning. What WAS the original intention? Was anyone handed the original script? Can we just configure our own scaffolding? It's all hearsay; begin anywhere. ******* August 1, 2000 We think we see one another. We see nothing. We think we hear and understand. This isn't true. You have known no one in your entire life. When others appear, you see an idea, apparitions, history. When they speak, it's a code just out of reach. We reside below the surface. We send up periscopes and claim witness to one another. No, we remain the hand within the glove, the person within persona, wrapped like mummies. Eye to eye, ear to mouth, what's real is well concealed. A word here, a glance there-- that's all we get. Don't be fooled into believeing you know someone. After all, who knows you? ******* Squander Here I sit on Christmas Eve, alone fighting with my wife. She's in the kitchen grinding glass, I'm inside headphones with the speakers blasting. We pretend we have time to waste-- the warm champagne proves it. Ungrateful, we waste one another like unopened presents. ******* Silent, not the sound that silence makes, silent. Still, not the movement that stillness brings, still. Silent and still like light within darkness. Not like sunshine, but the radiance. ******* Brothers in Arms January 29, 1997 I take off my winter coat and hang it in the closet among the others so that they may keep it warm. ******* |
Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- Help your God to grow up so saviors are no longer needed. ******* 7/3/04 If you love for your country, maybe no one will have to fight for it. ******* 4/6/04 When God starts writing in the first person, people get scared. They jump up and grab the pen and write: He said... ******* The True Way 8/3/13 The Way of all the ways. How would we know? What does arrival look like? Can our techniques gather that honey? Could we recognize ourselves in that mirror? ******* Kind of Being 1/2004 Is yours a mountain, ocean, desert, open sky? Images of our live's path; the texture and substance of what we unfold. With and about ourselves we are until all images fall away. Where I want to go is how I want to get there: a journey through peace in love.. ******* 2004 Civilization's collective unconscious is an attempt to return to a state of being no longer required, yet greatly needed. Our search for answers and understanding is our departure from that state of knowing, of reflex. Instinct. A shared consciousness holds worlds together. ******* 1/24/04 Can we learn one thing for certain, one truth about anything? Change remains and remains., while cause slips by us. Is this truth about process the only truth about content? ******* We Move On 9/2003 Enraptured and cradled at the start, we take the long way back to the womb. Rain turns to mist, ashes become the earth,. seasons return and return again. ******* Is The Resolution Sharp Yet? 12/31/03 I keep waiting for Jesus to come back and save me. "And greater deeds than these ye shall do," he kinda said. So I decided to save the world. So when Jesus comes back most of the work will be done. My miracle: peace on earth. Live in the world that could be. Pray and do it yourself. ******* 2003 Unless our existence be a total failure in the experiment of creating intelligent life, on some final occasion I hope we meet those few who have gathered the marbles the rest of us lost. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- Feeling and feeling again, innermost is where we touch what is most alive. ******* Santa Christ He slips in on a joyful jolly note, then screws you out of all your milk and cookies. Watch out for the fat man in red, he's not dressed for a birthday party. ******* April 4, 1978 Belongings. Be longings, longing for being. The elusive essence of self. Once you meet, your heart will be so big, everyone will fit. ******* August 3, 1978 In the fulfilling of a dream the dreamer goes unfulfilled. There is always something... The dreamer is already full, yet dreams dreams of emptiness. ******* 1982 Bound like a salty dried fisherman's knot, intertwined like a braid of silken hair, woven tight like a warm northern blanket, you and I come apart. ******* Wonders of the World 1982 Which part of us hasn't always existed? We rose from dust, gravel that found its way here through time. And back and back, and before that more beginnings. We stand like crystals, ancient and immortal. ******* Bedtime Prayer October 1981 Now I lay me at thy feet, I pray thee Lord my soul to keep. But if I die before uniting, I pray that you'll keep on inviting. ******* Time is a run-on sentence. ******* Others' faults exist so we can improve ourselves. ******* Poor Rumors 1982 Pray and it will come unto you. Keep thy faith, all is well. Riches aren't happiness. Be good, be just, your reward is in heaven. Rumors. Be patient, be humble, rack up the big points with the big ref. Lose battles and win the war. The first shall be last, and the meek will inherit the earth. Can you give me a date on that? Poor rumors. ******* Oneness 1982 They love as one, as one in twain. All essence shared, though two remain. Two, distinct, division none. Number in love? Only one. ******* |