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Month: June 2010

  • Heart’s Desire

    Heart’s Desire

    Heart's DesireOne day while in a downcast mood

    I walked in mountain solitude

    Absorbed within deep heartache

    Particular paths I did not take

    Late the hour on that day

    Recalling not footstep’s way

    When open eyes I could not keep

    Dreamlessly did I sleep

    Awakened by morning’s light

    Untold beauty awed my sight

    Alpine meadow sweet and fair

    Surely God’s very lair

    On every blade dew did glisten

    Choral birds bade me listen

    Such majesty in that place

    Heart’s response flushed my face

    Deep inner rhythms stirred my soul

    I lived complete within a whole

    The sun climbed high upon the sky

    Before my tears began to dry

    And as I rose to take my leave

    Once again, did I grieve

    To leave such beauty far behind

    Made no sense to the mind

    It begged a flower me to take

    Wanting one such small keepsake

    Gently from within my breast

    Loving words from the Guest

    To cast a ripple on this pool

    Would be the act of a fool

    True contact won’t fit a sack

    To be carried on your back

    Mind’s desire for history

    Is the living death of me

    Tomorrow today will be the past

    Your memory can’t make it last

    This moment holds a choice for you

    The options are only two

    Going back from whence you came

    Or heart’s desire if you’re game

    Though walking now on unknown ground

    A joyful magic I have found

    The mystery of that lair

    Heart reveals everywhere

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  • Come, come, whoever you are

    Rumi entreats us to come to the beloved

    I was at Esin Restaurant in Danville, CA last night having a glass of wine when Esin joined my dad and me. We got to sharing history and stories. I mentioned Rumi to Esin (she is from Turkey) and she said her mother read Rumi. Esin remembers her mother reciting these lines:

    Come, come, whoever you are.

    Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

    It doesn’t matter.

    Ours is not a caravan of despair.

    Come, even if you have broken your vow

    a thousand times

    Come, yet again, come, come.

    I asked Esin if she knew of Yunus Emre. She did and wanted to know how I knew of him.

    Don’t all lovers of the divine know of Yunus, Rumi, Hafiz, Rabia?

    Mystical Poets

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  • Is it YOUR Lucky Day?

    Human Vulnerability & Grace

    In the blink of an eye it can all be gone – our sight, our friends or children, our homes or health, our life. Even so, it is all grace, magic and miraculous – and some of it gets posted on YouTube.

  • The Mountain

    The Mountain

    The longest and one of the most complex poems I have written is titled – The Mountain. The mountain is used to help describe my relationship to my self, the world and my superego (inner critic). The poem has three sections – The Day Face, The Night Face and The Crucible of the Heart. Each section has two parts. The first part describes my relationship to the mountain from a certain perspective and the second part describes a journey of revelation and growth that opens up the perspective.

    The Mountain

    always the mountain
    soaring up from earth
    stretching far beyond eagle’s reach
    noble aristocrat, Olympian presence
    empyrean sovereign bows to none
    head high in tempest or tranquility
    inspires, reassures
    prodigious seduction from afar
    and I
    pretender to the throne
    emulate such grandiosity
    rock solid, I stand aloof
    with pretentious dignity
    one cool remove away
    from the world and its ailment
    man – humankind
    me

    Read the entire poem – The Mountain

    Mountain Interests

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