each new world existing both for, and because of divine love?
Do you dip into one pool and each ripple is a new-born dream manifest
as human on earth,
as star in sky,
as song in space? Read More
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The atonal jewel in the broken heart
Of the wilted lotus and I guess I’m saying
That I can only guess given this heritage of rebellion Read More
What lies here between verses? Read More
Beyond tired of getting strung along by God. And the destination, only God knows; could be Calvary freakin Hill for all I know. Blindly dragged, hoping we’re on our last leg to paradise. Ha. Though further and further we trudge, to an off-key rusted trombone dirge, slooooww, yet never Read More
Does sifting-through-dead-flies scholarship
to discover yet another quiddity of the matter
improve the world, Read More
Form. I can now respect it because I am at the point at which the slope of craft unfolds in a rolling wave – a lush Brisanchu knoll of light and deep shades. But before reaching this unexplored scenery, I had to die. And before that I had to know the God within and without were one. And yet, before even that struggle wrought by youthful temerity, desperate groping and inchoate spirituality in the seven-year crepuscular dome, all culminating in one terrifying moment in Hengyang; I had to love and trust a God I couldn’t even feel, but for the myriad wonders of the world, believed in. Read More
Milk glows off our starlit horizon
Nourishing our suckling stars
The babes drink our light with their eyes on
The veil of sweet night, hiding ours.
For the twelve-hour layover I played some notes between stints of dreamless sleep. One Korean businessman came over for a few tunes and enjoyed clapping or snapping. I too, for I’ve been needing drums or a metronome. “Gam.sa.mi.da.” Read More
I poison my food by forgetting to pray
Letting the day
Or night fall into illusory questioning,
Best when the plinko ball leaves the multiple-choice game and
Rests in the grass
Lest the mass inspires me to
Ask, is remembering or prayer my saving grace? Read More
I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)
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