SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 4

In the center of my throat is templed
silence

the Great Void swells in the center of my throat

boat skims the sea on
wind-whipped sails

lanyards sing in the center of my …

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 3

In the center of my crown an ocean laughs

In the center of my crown a great blue heron
skims the rim of Earth

In the center of my crown
a cloud-wreathed peak…

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 2

In the center of my head is a rain-washed
dawning

In the center of my head cirrus
clouds cross a cobalt sky

In the center of my head a hermit thrush
sings sweet …

SUNDAY POEM

MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 1

In the center of my heart, a sun
in whose warmth
apple trees blossom

In the center of my heart, a chamber
through which the mistrals of heaven blow

In the center of …

SUNDAY POEM

Let me embrace you
naked as rain.

Let all that is not me fall
away. This body, drawn to earth’s
molten heart, this mind echoing
your fingerprint, these avid ears

drinking your elemental voice.
Let me know you …

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SUNDAY POEM

You gods and bearded prophets, go squabble
in the pub for a while. I’ve heard enough
of heroes and lightning chariots streaking
across the sky. My companions are Cassandra
and Cordelia. They cook with me and wash
dishes …

SUNDAY POEM

Show me in your emerald heart, in the
current of your river. Show me how
to open my hands, your laughing light
trembling between my palms.

Tara, show me

I have left the house with no roof. Hands …

SUNDAY POEM

You opened your mouth and swallowed it all
believing purity of heart could transform
mercury into mead by some
mysterious alchemy of the spirit.

You sucked in poisoned milk; you swallowed stones
disguised as potato soup. Bullets rumbled…

You are a source of love, blessing, positive energy and
sacredness in the world. You are more
than just a consumer of these qualities.

When you choose to be a source
you shape the world with your presence.

Take a …