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Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- 3/2/03 Love and love only. There's really no other response, no plan B. All the logic in all the arguments mean nothing. You might think there's a secret reason to create something else, but it's just mind moving. Those who came before were captive to their consciousness, we ours. Culture rolls on. But it isn't there that we meet, it's face to face. ******* If God is everywhere, then love is everything. ******* 2002 Birthed within the creator, we never leave her body. ******* The Pain of this World A slow death teaches us that god has nothing to do with this place. The cruel lessons that are justified away as the strange workings of a higher power, teaches us what a world without God is like. ******* Inner Voices 6/3/02 Are we words, numbers, shapes, colors? Words and numbers-- confusing. Shapes never lie. Maybe we're just sound filtering in from the heavens, meaningless and beautiful. Who comes forth from us as we act in the world? We can imagine ourselves into anyone. ******* 4/6/02 The birds have carried away fifty pounds of seeds one by one. If they were all put back at once... Life keeps coming out of itself like a flower bud. Our fleeting moments of consciousness slip by one by one. If they all came back at once... I breathe in the circle that is my breath, and become greater than the sum of my parts. ******* 9/6/02 Joy. Simple. Home is where the heart is. The world exists to serve the heart. All the worlds are handmaidens to love. ******* 11/8/02 We work hard to bring God into our hearts, while what we search for is trying to get out. ******* 11/27/02 Endless God speaks in radiant love. Sometimes the limited require language. ******* There's buried treasure out there. It's in the heart of humanity: the gold that glitters in the night. Pick away with your eyes and ears, it's there. ******* 2002 If you light with love, love will delight in you. Boundless inside, always here. ******* Poem with a Limp My attempts at the spiritual life limp along. The world draws and quarters me, while something tugs at my pantleg with a grin. When I fall it's my own good fortune to have a leg to stand on. ******* |
Observations
-------------------------------- October 11, 2002 That old dog wobbling toward home, fetches years of love. ******* Creating Survival 11/2/2002 Aren't we attentive to numbers now? The hidden meaning of dates; the secret meaning of things. This is the year the leaves didn't fall. Too much had fallen last year. Even in rusty brown colors, they remained. They stayed through Winter and into Spring. It was the end of the world as we knew it. And then something even stranger happened: all the leaves turned green again, and Summer came. ******* The prince and princess gave each other such a common stone, that their love turned into something precious. And in the same way they became the Diamond Body, gathering insides into golden sun honey. They live like this in union in love forever always. ******* August 6, 2002 Indifferent binoculars daydream out the window, the camera on the table turns blindly away. The lamp peering over my shoulder, taking in every word ... ******* Can there be human insects, with exoskeletons, and nothing on the inside? All superstructure and no substance? Their eyes betray them. ******* Capitalizing on an Idea September 2, 2002 Coining phrases: it's the root of all evil, but we pay for our mistakes. We pay our respects, and try to buy some time. Our two cents are put in but we don't bank on it. We try to withdraw before deposit even while investing in love. We tax each other's patience as we nickle and dime, yet somehow feign interest. We give a penny for a thought, yet manage to sell out completely. Some things just can't be accounted for. Bucks are passed, time is spent... where did the time go? Time is money. We change and exchange and coin phrases: pockets with holes, wallets with moths, pigs full of pennies. These lines are a dime a dozen. And this poem isn't worth a plug nickle. Bottom line, you have to pay the piper because it's a dog eat dog world, and you can't take it with you. ******* When lost in a dark wood, or trapped in a haunted house on a rainy night, always split up. ******* I worry when I stop feeling guilty. ******* June 8, 2002 Who knows anymore? I used to know. But anything could be anything these days, and anybody could be anybody. ******* |