Flashes 34

Here

you are

with yourself

Such a muddy priest—

indeed a man

who needs a God’s Day

After A Long, Deep Embrace

He: Oh. The world.

She: Who put that there?

*

Amazed at how every

one on the bus treated

each other decently

We all

must relate

angel-to-angel

We forget that we stand

in divine light—

and then we remember again

*

Musicians—

always tooting

their own horns!

Fascination

rather than

obsession

An endless

series of

firsts

*

Those for whom humanity

is a nagging

inconvenience

Music—

is my solace from loneliness

making me lonely?

Pretty enough

to make

you dream

*

Taking good

care of yourself

is prayer

Live and learn.

And forget.

And remember again.

Tears can

make you see

more clearly

*

People are

only as good

as you are

Only illusion

requires such

vehemence

Buddha’s example:

calm clear-eyed

child on the train

.

Bigger Than Beauty

You left a gift of guessing

Eyes like glowing stones

A blessedness, an essence

Beyond all I’ve known

I feel glad and reeling

Awake while I am dreaming

Don’t know where it’s leading

But what this is…I’ve got to know

It’s bigger than the beauty

Of your sparkling smile

A sacred ancient duty

Infinite and wild

I can barely see it

But know I’ve always needed

With all my aching being

What this is…I’ve got to know

The whisper of your difference

Awakening the air

A murmur in the distance

Resonant and clear

Once we hear the music

We begin to groove with

The rhythm of the future

What this is…We’ve got to know

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9 Haiku

Looked for my mother

through her porch window and saw

summer trees instead!

Butterfly flitting

among rising and falling

breaths of cicadas

In the airport I

sit behind a tv set

and try not to think

*

Plane before take-off—

white fumes of cold air gusting

from the baggage bins

Bobbing in the wind

on a palm frond near my face—

tiny hummingbird

Giving a broke man

a dollar is not justice—

but it is kindness

*

Caught myself thinking

while strolling through the pink dusk

and said “Blah blah blah!”

A grunt of protest

from the cat when I lift her

off some heaped blankets

Too freaking many

people on this planet—

and I’m one of them



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Fallling Star

He caught a falling star and

Put it in his pocket

Saved it for a rainy day

Used his thoughts for fuel and

Sailed off on a rocket

Better than the other way

All I’ve have is this power

In my mind

History’s treating me

So unkind

The voices and the noise the

Slander and the gossip

Brothers tear each other down

A little drop of love drips

From a rusty faucet

All the other poisons drown

All I’ve have is this power

In my mind

History’s treating me

So unkind

Rulers use the rules to

Fill up all their pockets

Slaves to all the games they play

Lovers live for love what

Plugs them in the socket

To power them another way

All I’ve have is this power

In my mind

History’s treating me

So unkind

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