Posts Tagged ‘mind’


In writing on March 25, 2020 at 3:50 am

Every moment we return

from a journey mapless and obscure.

Ethereal dust blankets our martyred feet,

spirit muscles burn,

our souls sink fathom-heavy with

the weight of all we have witnessed–

last desperate campaigns of the heart;

cavalcades of swaying pilgrims,

lost in perilous forests of doubt;

solemn coronations of grey, imperial rain.

This immanence is vouchsafed to all

who wander in their dreams, night or noon,

across musing summer meadows, or

above cascades of never-trodden peaks,

with only the clouds for company,

a traveler and a seeker true,

bound for the unvanquished republic of the skies.

Silence Part II

In writing on February 8, 2020 at 9:58 am

To the Dreamer

In writing on December 27, 2019 at 1:23 am


The Universe Is Straight

In writing on October 14, 2019 at 1:49 pm


Last Testament (for Greta)

In writing on September 29, 2019 at 10:44 am

Last Testament
Dear children, listen:
We who have stolen the world from you
And then broken it into a thousand fragments
Now wish to give it back.

Do not accuse us with those pure, terrible eyes.
You see, there was money to be made and
Fun to be had.

But how you would have enjoyed the snow,
Birdsong, or a teeming coral reef!

We are sorry, we truly are.
Shall we shed a crocodile tear or two?

Please believe us when we say that
We came close to changing our ways
On this occasion or that,
After those floods, those droughts,
Or when the birds dropped dead from the trees,
And the trees burst howling into flame.

Yes, we did consider a tax on greed, short-sightedness,
And lack of vision, but there was always
A prize to catch, or a train, or our favorite show.

Children, do not fear!
We, the wise ones, have a plan.

It’s true the world we wished to give you is gone,
But there is another.
It is rich in dust and stones, and
We have thoughtfully cleared it of
All the animals and plants that could have harmed you.
That’s how much you mean to us!

So, receive our legacy with gratitude and pride.
Put away your childish dreams of
Woodland jaunts and summer picnics,
Cool fall evenings and gentle spring showers,
Of clear waters alive with fish.

Trust your elders, these memories will only confuse you.
Let such images fade into the mists of time,
So that your children, and their children in turn,
Will one day think of Nature, if at all,
As we do of dragons and fairies,
Creatures of fable and myth.

Children, you must prepare for the long, hard struggle ahead,
For the desert of lean and burning years,
When all the stories your parents told themselves
Will prove to have been foolish excuses and lies.

And when you have at last carved out a bitter victory on the
Harsh face of a new and sullen world,
If there is an iota of mercy left in your toughened hearts,
We ask that you now and then think of us, and
Say a prayer for your mothers and fathers,
Who will be judged for what we did, and
Did not do,
In this world and the next.

January 14: Mind Touch the Sky

In Uncategorized on October 8, 2012 at 6:54 am


Mind touch the sky

seething in silent maps of blue.

Empire of wind and crows

meet your match–

an imagining vast and

lonely as the stars.

Gravity thunders down

in ceaseless waves

landing light as feathers

on bright folds of memory.

The roots of dreams have sprung

up, beanstalk-fashion, to entendril

plains and plateaus baked diamond-hard

in the golden kiln of the sun.

Heartsbreath, hereness:

clouds like great prayers are

traversing with trembling awe

a manuscript illuminated by

the triumphant tears of

this creator’s joy.