Poetry for Scientists
------------------------------- Exclusive Neighborhoods in Vocabulary 10/10/04 Doctors, lawyers, auto mechanics, techies, politicians, the military... bodies of knowledge gated from common words. ******* How Shell Games Explain Events 7/14/04 This doesn't really mean this, it means that. And that, of course, really means something else, which is neither this nor that. What you thought you saw, never happened. What you assumed was said, was said, but really meant something else, as I said. Know what I mean? ******* A lane on the highway just opened up for me. I smile; it's a good day. We measure our lives and good fortune by these signs: free parking, short lines, seats at the bar. How small our day in the great expanse. How pitiful, that for a time, my satisfaction relies upon empty space. ******* Where to Begin? 11/3/13 Colorful leaves fall to the ground, and all is done-- Surrendered to abandonment, they let go to invisible forces that deliver them to their homecoming, and all is done. This wild ethereal pointillism in red, brown, yellow, orange, is the royal cloak of Fall trailing along the ground. Another leaf and another, and all is done. What waits below hears every arrival, and knows the Prince of Autumn offers his robe, so that Winter may safely cross. And leaves will form again, and all is done. ******* Can we learn one thing for certain here, one truth about anything? Change remains and remains, while Cause slips by us. Is this truth about process, the only truth about content? ******* I can't get a checkout person to acknowledge me, but my dvd says hello and goodbye. ******* New Word Shuffle New words, blah, blah, blah. A robust piece of transparent bullshit. Rhetoric interfaced with a global appeal and faced with brand name endorsement. Talking to concepts, is my fav. Concepts don't talk back, nor hear, nor respond in any way, because they aren't alive. Speak to the idea of hunger... is so wrong on so many levels. ******* There's a part of the stomach reserved for anguish. Where the heart is pulled out through the gut. A great and utter emptiness aches there making room for something essential to grow. ******* Class of 2006 Assembly Day One 9/2/05 Here it is, the Fall again, and a harvest is being planted. The soil is readied and the seeds eager. What weather will the season bring? Every seed will sprout; they always do, for good or bad. Each in secret will tend their own garden. Amazing, the fruit that comes forth in Summer. In this small expression of infinite possibilities, is the coming and going of destiny. ******* |
Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- 3/2/13 God's hardest job is convincing people of what's inside them. ******* Who Are We? 6/16/13 Learning in Heaven. Isn't one lifetime of learning enough? We're learning here in heaven. We're learning to make things difficult, complicated and distracting. Some pray for peace. Pray for learning instead. Peace follows learning in heaven. ******* Backyard Sunrise 6/17/13 The birds are singing of an arrival. Wash, the new day is coming. Breathe in the morning mist. Hold to the earth in strength and fortitude-- The backyard begins to consume this fresh day. There are clear moments upon green leaves; sparkling gems pierced by the sun. ******* The reward for living a good life is you get to live it. The punishment for leading a bad life is you get to live it. ******* 1/16/09 We fight over ideas about God. Who's winning? The sun rises on all, the rain washes all, quenches all. Who has the Real God? Who can claim to know? The God you choose, is the god you become. ******* 1/1/12 There's a glue that binds our essence. Without words, in that keeping, what is most important is revealed. ******* Inside inside, flowers in the vase, fruit in the bowl... and the turbulence of linked media vying for my attention. The world is within us. Everything that is is a reflection of us, the light of the world. And within within, the touch of life pressing ever so lightly. ******* 12/18/09 The optimist said: I expect the best thing to happen all the time. Am I ever disappointed? All the time. ******* While we're looking for the magical incredible we miss the magical incredible. ******* Greetings 9/28/09 The Dalai Lama leaned forward to clasp the hand of the frail man bowing before him. He laughed a prayer and blessing into his ear. The humble and full poured into the empty. The dull and wounded moved with life. The presence blesses those who attend fully with constant greeting. ******* The creator's perfect world is not outside us. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- Nova Scotia 1999 Can a man be completely saved and lose his way forever? This morning fog means nothing to the blind man. Islands struggle to appear in the bay. Confused, they see their reflection and sink out of sight. The seashore no longer cuts the world in two. Those who've walked this dry road, where do their stories go when they finally sink into that hill? There is a hint of intrigue in the crunch underfoot... on which they stepped, over which they were carried. The white weathered houses, broken ships beached and bleached, signless storefront windows of thrown together fallout from vacated lives and dreams. Material memories; sunken treasures without maps for discovery... But eventually the rusted, creaking, fish house fan. ******* Yes, the Devil Too August 20/2001 When the devil autopsies every last one of our souls and finds evil, we all become good and go to heaven. Ok? Satisfied? ******* Road rage began in grade school as we waited in line. ******* Microwave Conversations August 13, 1995 Microwave conversations quick and lean. We hold timeless in something namelessly real. Emptiness fills with grounding-- the connection I need to make this Sunday morning. My old dog is sick again. The tax bill arrived, but the paper didn't. I still have this coffee and toast. We put them to sleep, we put them down. The morning shadows are leaning toward the cold angles of fall. Sunflowers in the garden smile at me like children in a play. I worry I may be losing my sense of humor, and wonder if I'm covered for that. They're put out of their misery. We lay them to rest. He can barely wobble up the steps. My friends hold an intervention. The light is disappearing from his eyes leaving only love. If I pet him, he buckles beneath the weight of my affection. He no longer hears me and still we speak. The sun has cleared the tops of the trees. A part of me gets left behind and can't pass into this day. He shakes and shivers. This won't be his last Sunday morning God damn it! ******* Earth and Sky Silver cotton clouds cruise by arousing the treetops. Into excitement; willfull leaves expose their underbellies. The sky sends morning raindrop kisses to Mother Earth. Caught on her cheek, she turns for a full embrace. Have these two no shame? ******* A knight in shining armor? No, cotton. An angel in the heavens? No, a mermaid by the sea. They are best friends, that's all they need to be. She, the vine of ghosts, he, the ever tarnished. Only special lovers can love like this, scales feathers iron rust. ******* |