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Red Stone

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Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah.   red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more

Memory

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        Memory   didn’t we kiss for the first time yesterday, on this too brief passage through the invisible gardens of time? the dogwoods   by the old dutch church drop all of their flowers at once, blanketing   the ancient graves with white for a single day each year. memory   … Read more

Poems From Retreat – Shambhala Mountain Center July 2014, Part I

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Poems sometimes surface while on retreat. Most simply rise and then fade away, but a few linger long enough to be written down. Here the first of several from a recent retreat in Colorado mountain center Part I grasses, tall ready to seed. sage intermingled   the incongruity of six bright blue flowers   across … Read more

Why a Flower?

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if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark   because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth   beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more

Ordinary Magic

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shortly after the apple the labeling began, all the this and that, the these and those, all the ins and outs – who decides? this discriminating mind as useful and as dangerous as a knife –what makes one bloom a flower and the next a weed? here is a power beyond all words– choose to … Read more