Each Step
Each Step
The Ancient Ones step through me.
Each step,
So fresh
No step was ever taken.
Purity
Two dozen Purity Roses.
The aroma embraces them
Like an aura.
Frederick hands them to
Katherine,
Five years ago.
Now she stares at his picture
While sipping watery ice tea.
And talking with their daughter
Whom they never had.
Something New and Hopeful
Pushed off the Mountain.
By the fierce wind.
Joey chased his kite,
Grabbed it,
Hid it behind the rocks.
Joey stood up to the wind,
Protecting his kite
From all comers.
As the last gust exhausted,
Joey’s kite rose
To the permanence of their
Bond
Flying through the sky.
Understanding
I do not expect you to understand.
Very few people can see
the clear blue in a field of bluegrass.
Or the blue - way back - behind a girl’s eyes
When her teenage man goes off to war.
Mother made blackberry cobbler
That Last night before Tom went off to war.
What we got back 4 years and 3 days later
Was a man with no arms and legs
Who opens his mouth to be fed.
Eventually
Eventually in meditation
One sees the blank wall.
Not a vehicle for something,
Just a blank wall.
Then you are home.
You, a person, get up
From Meditation,
Drive the kids to school,
And wash the dishes.
The Study of Ego
The Ego
Is a Blackbird
Perched
In a Pitch Black Room
Pecking at itself
In a Mirror.
A Study of Blackbird *
… the way the blackbird
quickly and curiously
darts his head
to one side at one angle,
then quicker than quick
to the other side
at a slightly different angle;
he is sitting here
on the thick cable
that goes
taut
at 45 degrees
as though it is securing
something.
the bobbing and weaving of
his head
shows off the high sheen of his feathers.
how very much his
coat of sheen has to offer the world.
Footnote
* I saw this blackbird while I was walking along First Street between Hedding Street and Mission Street... I was walking along North First from Mission Street toward Hedding Street, San Jose, California.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
As
As morning breaks too late,
I am always here
Passing through the fiber of every
being, every space, every note of music,
every rock, every pail of goat's milk.
At this moment here in the Sous Valley, Morocco
they are
blessing weddings with the scent of orange.
Endnotes
1. Goat Industry in Morocco … https://www.iga-goatworld.com/blog/country-report-the-goat-industry-in-morocco … … … … retrieved on Mon, July 12, 2021 … … …
2. Goat Milk in Morocco … https://tinyurl.com/3npny427 … … … retrieved on Mon, July 12, 2021 … … …
3. MOROCCO’S SOUSS VALLEY: WHERE GOATS GROW ON TREES … … https://thevalemagazine.com/2020/01/15/morocco-tree-climbing-goats/ .. … … … retrieved on Mon, July 12, 2021 … … …
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