Tuesday, June 30, 2009


Tell me truth is strong
That it is mighty, unassailable
That it perseveres
And all else is fallible
Paint it in purity
Sculpt its face in stone
Preach that it never loses
That it’s in our very bones
Point it out boldly
Teach it to the youth
Instruct them that it conquers all
Then tell them the truth.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Temple Mist is finished:

Pure Water

Resonant truth
never left my side
I thought I'd left it
No, I did not abide
Weak, I stumbled
onto an ignorant path
Gave myself over
to the lesser math
Out of my stupor
of anger and fear
I'm pulled to clarity
I cannot but hear

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Kicked up the dust today...it's unfinished but a good start I think.


Everyone a grain of sand
Quick, wet, clinging to others
Thick mass populating
This pit of humanity bothers—
the touch of God
How can he not drowning reap?
Trying to reach the one
at bottom, deepest of deep?

Friday, June 26, 2009

We are leaves
New in spring
Dry in winter
Heaven, Hell
False dilemma
Both false faces
Of our schizophrenia
Before and behind
Where we think we see
This line of time
There’s a purity
Neither happy nor sad
Tasteless water
We will and once had
Did we leave it
Trading life
Just to die?
Am I being told
With my existence
What it is to feel
Consequence of resistance?