Poetry for Scientists
-------------------------------- Three June 27, 2001 Three lines crudely cut into an ancient stone; the first love letter Neanderthal style? Three stars were sighted in that summer's night sky. This stone is the recognition of that long ago marvel, the gesture of that alliance. ******* Squirrel Sub May 7, 2001 In the road, a squirrel has been opened up. He lies spread eagle on his back; little arms and legs cradle his lunch meat. A crow picks away at him-- his torpedo grinder. ******* To stand in the corner of the world and feel my back secure against its walls... No. To stand in the corner of all the universes' universe, and feel solid boundaries on every side... Then finally we can rest on the ground of all being and be comforted by home. ******* We will write and write for a million years and not one question will get fully answered. ******* Rights of Reason in the Quantum World October 1982 Sovereign: no one has the right to think for you. A right we all take for granted. Are the rules of reason negotiable? There is no monopoly on cognition, figuring things out. Old logic is always built on the last world view. Leave us alone to think for ourselves, mad as the Buddha, but not crazy like Aristotle. ******* If we called birds faeries, wouldn't that just change everything? ******* ...a stream flowing under thin ice... Like warm blood in a vein, we are the living earth. ******* Dish Are we just a food chain event? The purpose of this world is to churn ahead: form, change, move on. Reason being?? Are we here just to grind along, eat or be eaten? Tasteless you might say, but not so. Form, change, move on... We are food for the gods, divine cuisine. They eat us breath by breath and we become holy. Every bite numbs with ecstasy. A compassionate dish indeed. Form, change, move on... ******* Dreams of a Young Seedling June 21, 1985 The sprout rears up its head, spreads its wings, gives a snort and starts for the sun. Straining thin, it stretches skyward,. and with a great grunt and heave tears its roots free to leave the blue Earth behind... shooting toward home with tales to tell. ******* Existence in the Making The shape of a spiral suggests continual cause, the place where the circle breaks away from itself; an experiment, an adventure, somewhere else to go. Will it ever meet itself again, becoming a fancy circle? Are spirals consorting with Strings? Just a theory. But what I really want to know is, what is that around which it spirals? That moving aperture is the sweet honey of light, sound and being. The ongoing gesture that declares all to be, while holding to its center... That journey pierces the moment of this lifetime. This breath paces the movement of this moment. ******* 5 a.m. Summer Song June 21, 1985 Birds sing for the trees and the grass and the flowers and for us. Heralding summer, sun and a warm breeze dance along, leaving leaves to turn harmony green and blossoms to unfold in key. ******* What if Mother Nature is really the one behind technology? ******* |
Poems from the Heart
-------------------------------- An artificial world has nothing inside, like a box wrapped, ribboned and empty. Within the real is the gift of presence. Peek. ******* News Flash! Our findings indicate that love and beauty is a holy place in a human being. A miraculous intersection of awareness and human form; a matrix of love and beauty. This complete fulfillment is precious, a holy place... in human beings! ******* Love in the mirror, love outside my window. What more do we need made in the image of God? Could we need less than love? What more could we be here for? Could we love more than that? ******* August 1, 1982 Fool's gold lays true vein to waste. Time runs out in foolish haste. Untapped truth is unseen light, that lends its poverty to the night. ******* Holy Robbery December 15, 1987 They say you can't take it with you. All our worldly possessions are left behind. A discarded garment, lifeless and still, we are left behind. Everything given back and bodiless. Who do we belong to then? ******* Waking, there is a current deep in the river. Waking, many currents are in the river. Waking, the riverbed is full, and I'm empty. Hold to simplicity. ******* April 1983 Perspective is what we project onto an event-perception, and call it understanding. ******* Comic: Is this a joke? In the knowing of itself, we are formed. It sees and hears itself through us as us.-- creation's lower consciousness. It lights itself: the concentrated center of becoming. This reflective retrospection that we are, has to make it laugh. ******* Feeling and feeling again, innermost is where we touch what is most alive. ******* August 3, 1978 In the fulfilling of a dream, the dreamer goes unfulfilled. There is always something... Only the dream has filled up. The dreamer is already full, yet dreams dreams of emptiness. ******* September 27, 1980 As a prisoner of my mind, I search for that which is divine. A place of earth, and wind, and sea... I am the place, I am the key, inside my heart inside of me. ******* Wonders of the World 1982 Which part of us hasn't always existed? We rose out of the dust of this planet; gravel that has found its way here through time and space. And before that more beginnings, back and back. We stand like cosmic crystals, ancient and immortal. ******* No Boundary 1982 Third eye to eye, presence to presence... bowing, neither moved; words and witness unnecessary: self-conscious consciousness. ******* February 8, 1978 Truth can't be spoken. Yet these words are true. ******* Grasshopper, the essence isn't within the teachings. The teachings are a gesture of the essence. The essence is within the teacher and the student. The lesson is the recognition. ******* The path is a living path; no one ever gets lost. ******* |
Observations
-------------------------------- The wind is always at home. ******* The seed is child to Summer, in Fall it fills to form while Winter fixes it rightly so that Spring may keep it warm. Fall's child is cradled in swaddling Summer's child nuzzles and grows the world must wait till Springtime-- will they open or stay closed? What has become of Winter, can a child forsake the wise? If it wasn't hardened and tempered, the seed would surely die. Comes the cold night of the darkness, comes the long night of the soul. It's strength that makes children stronger, it's love that keeps them whole. ******* In Beauty July 10, 1989 She, there for my first, I there for her last; toward life toward death, we watched the breath come passed. She, there for my first, I there for her last, and all the unnoticed in between that passed. My oldest friend is gone. Gentle joyous kind beauty she is. So final that you disappear, never again to be my mother, though I will always be your son. ******* The earth has taken and won't give back. I can see what it keeps underground, and there's no letting go. She can only look up, but no longer sees. The body I called my Mother, now just an image in the earth., buried underground in my mind, living in my heart. The earth might steal a kiss, but it will never be cradled in your arms. ******* The Coventry Gardens October 9, 1988 In the twinkle of an eye she sits shining a million years of history. In her window power seat she consumes the sun's wisdom and bestows it upon her green gardens and guiding sprites. The childlike eyes of scented flowers look back remembering the gentle hands that cradled them into the earth. LIke the composted earth that she is, she gives again and again; living the story of creation, reflecting nature through her humanity. The old woman's signature is etched throughout the gardens, and initialed upon the windswept fields. She's no stranger to the spirits that roll away the night, as she remembers to move the morning across the sky. ******* He was listening in between my lines, but I wasn't saying anything there. ******* Parable May 20, 1999 He was hiding behind the truth in plain sight. Unmoving, his spirit was honing the world. Quite sober, his heart was his joyful master. The presensce can't be understood. This peace can make people uneasy. What is said and not said can be troubling. He gave wholly, giving up the shadowlands. He entered this world by mistake. A world that need him so badly, it couldn't understand him. Needing nothing from it, he understood it well. Awake like ripe fruit, loving without reason, never holding back, free. ******* Caution Just passing through. I think she may have said that, I'm not sure; it happened so fast, it's all a blur. Out of state plates, that should have been a sign. I wasn't looking where I was going. Passing through. She pulled over onto my soft shoulder; a visitor to my state of mind. A tourist, a sightseer. I gave her directions, but she couldn't get here from there. Passing through, bed and breakfast, out before noon. Drivers like her should be in clearly marked vehicles: Danger--Explosives! Frequent stops. Wide turns. Stay back 100 feet. Stuff happens. Just passing through. ******* |