Every day if I should see you becomes a wonderful day
any action that involves you brings a blessing to my heart
your friendship resembles an inexhaustible treasury
whereby day after day tendrils of happiness surround me
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
"God is online & offline" [boomerang poem]
God is online & offline
God is beyond lineation
God is without form or sign
God is in all of creation
God is deep-source information
God is top-notch ruby wine
God is the long implication
God is online & offline
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Early Winter Shi
Rainy dark night but the rain almost done
listening to Beethoven having arrived
again at the street that I've come to call home
still lingering a while with the radio I've
along with the brood of companion dropsouls
fetched up once more on the penultimate night
of a year in a still-youthful century whose
real design if half-sensed remains hidden from sight
listening to Beethoven having arrived
again at the street that I've come to call home
still lingering a while with the radio I've
along with the brood of companion dropsouls
fetched up once more on the penultimate night
of a year in a still-youthful century whose
real design if half-sensed remains hidden from sight
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Ave Maria Sans Photograph
Gunot's Ave Maria on the radio
Christmas eve again is here
Christ Jesus imagined for ages though
no photo's available where
one might contemplate his visage
while pondering his message
no one texting from the manger
there's no YouTube Magi clip
& what's really rather stranger
Google Maps touched not the trip
there's some post about a star
I can't see it from my car
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
"The rose without its thorn" [sonnet]
The rose without its thorn is not a rose
the heart without its ache is not a heart
the stream's no more a stream unless it flows
the plum's hardly a plum except it's tart
that mirror is a mirror which displays
whatever face or form you place before it
the mirror of the heart likewise arrays
a floral vision when you fetch a floret
the path of love seemed easy quoth Hafez
at first until the obstacles kicked in
who hasn't felt the truth in what he says?
who doesn't know the tumult of the spin?
when heart goes reeling in its twirl of trouble
the dream of easy love pops like a bubble
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