Saturday, June 29, 2013

to catch a fish


a basket comes
with this beak













Back to the Sea

I want to go back to the sea
where light and dark are one,
where I'm free.

Back to sea waits and wiggles
where the will to be
(not greed) trumps right and wrong.

I would be a tiny fish, live one marvelous moment
or a big one, snapping up the little.
The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.'

I will go to the deepest place,
listen, and find my wings
where they form.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

in synch



Middle Way

I have found my middle way,
coming round full circle
after touring the world
in many pieces
and putting them together.
I can see truth and wisdom
on paths I believed
opposed my own;
what seemed contrary
belongs now in my larger world

where, almost surprised
I find myself centered,
somebody at home.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

new day


The blind king no longer hides and by midday light finds every corner.
Perceiving players and plots unite,
the inevitability of truth,
at sundown the king declares all is well
and vanishes.

(for Oedipus)