Waiting (For The Fire)

the burnt edge
...of the paper
..kingdom of the

.......raw
.......beating
.......he art,

crumbling in the hands
......of time,

.....waiting
.......for
.........th e
...........fire!

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Lighthouse

lighthouse...
tossed by the waves,
pitch black sky, no stars.

too rough to row,
holding on for dear life.
said a quick prayer...

my eyes fixed on
the beacon... my heart
fixed on you!

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Money Does Not

money does not
make ignorance
an intelligent option!

does not
make one man
better than another!

does not
excuse apathy, hypocrisy,
or greed!

cannot
buy love, salvation,
or dignity!

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The Final End

in the final end,
when day is done,
and all the battles are over.
when we stand back and look
at what we've built,
and what we've destroyed...

is God our reason?
or is God our excuse?

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Everybody Soup

everybody soup....
arms and legs,
hands and hearts....

boiled in the broth
of human experience....
seasoned by time,

and salty tears...
till fused together
with the sweet taste of life!

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Old Man!

old man!
paint peeling
...from the walls
......of the barn....

from a distance,
...strong in color,
.....but up close
........easy to see,

that time has spent
...its last quarter here!

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Drinking Silence...

drinking silence,
i leave this body behind.
the body i long for,
is both fire and darkness.
the land i go to,
has neither walls nor shores.
it flows with the oceans,
and gives and takes!

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Your Body, My Body, Our Body

your body
a holy sepulcher
that my spirit
rises from.

my body
that pair of old jeans
that fits you
the best.

our body
an unknown cosmos
where self and self
are lost

in the darkness
of one.

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Rigpa

rigpa...
universe unfolding,
each breath released....

not clinging,
nor grasping, no tiny deaths!
letting go of...

creating by returning,
life seamless,
not confined to flesh and bone!

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True Love

do you know what love is?
reading Rilke to each other
naked in bed....

sipping good brandy.....

old dog asleep at the foot
of the bed....
phone unplugged!

dont give a damn
what day it is!

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