I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
To share in Creation
—is to become Divine
(Ist Book Of Prayers: February, 2014)
I make words come alive
not pictures or sounds
a singer or painter
stays lost in the clouds
My phrases and couplets
in colors ordain
what the Angels will sing
—in praise of His name
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2022)
A wagon wheel across the stones
—ancient sounds
The death of night, the birth of dawn
—ancient sounds
The blood of my enemy drips from my sword
—ancient sounds
A voice from beyond, heard from within
—ancient sounds
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Transcending the light of reason,
can words do more than wait
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Call me a Poet,
but I’m just a writer
these words that I breathe
respoken much later
Call me a Poet,
my couplets in rhyme
each stanza to shorten
with meaning sublime
Call me a Poet,
my retinue sounder
to live by the moment
my squares getting rounder
Call me a Poet,
I’ll call you the same
if one phrase you’ll tender
—attached to your name
(The New Room: March, 2022)
Time in degrees,
degrees of time
the horse or the cart,
position sublime
Hours sans minutes,
seconds besieged
mirage of attachment
—horizon to free
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
It was never a question
but just a reminder
a sacrificed memory
of what used to be
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
“I don’t splain myself,”
Bill Hickok said
before his Colts went off
A dead man lying
at his feet
—his legend time embossed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
The road to power
is mined with uncertainty
each step a commitment
—to live or to die
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)