A Joyous Day – Gift of a New Life (8th Lineage Poem)
I’ve born witness now to the birth and growth of two sons and a granddaughter. This is the great mystery and the gift of lineage.
poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
I’ve born witness now to the birth and growth of two sons and a granddaughter. This is the great mystery and the gift of lineage.
for a downstream lineage to manifest requires an injection – a partner, a husband, a wife to be inserted into this stream that it might flow onward
This Father’s Imperfect Love – Sixth Lineage Poem. Writing an honest poem is a profoundly private act. Making the decision to share that poem publicly is anything but. This is especially true if one is writing “about” a friend or family member who’s still alive to read it (bearing in mind that all we can … Read more
The Gift of an Exquisite Love – Fifth Lineage Poem. We were eighteen years old, in our freshman year of college in a small town in Michigan. I’d borrowed the money from my girlfriend (a long story that) to take her out
But she was also the quieter, smaller one of the two. I always had the sense that she chose to hold herself close, always to defer.
redwing blackbirds
flash like fire in the sun, the Olds
sailing and sailing over waves of blacktop
Actions refuse to be undone. whatever merit you’ve gathered turns to dust, blows away on the icy winds of hell. Two Poems on the karma of anger.
her small voice rising…wave upon brilliant wave of intelligence
loving an old dog- the exquisite fragility of this bottomless wordless love