February. Take ink and weep

29 01 2010

February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.

Take a cab. For a clutch of copecks,
through bell-towers’ and wheel noise,
go where the rain-storm’s din breaks,
greater than crying or ink employs.

Where rooks in thousands falling,
like charred pears from the skies,
drop down into puddles,
bringing cold grief to the depths of eyes.

Below, the black shows through,
and the wind’s furrowed with cries:
the more freely, the more truly then,
sobbing verse is realised.



20 04 2009

Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.

I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but yours,
but I couldn’t.

I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That’s how I hold your voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.

I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!

The sky is blue. The world is a blind man
squatting on the road.

But whoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.

A great soul hides like Muhammad, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city
where no one knows him.

To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, little ship.

So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It’s a total waking up!

Why should we grieve that we’ve been sleeping?
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious.

We’re groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the bouyancy.


A Prayer

6 12 2008

You have birthed me and given me new life
You have nurtured me and fed me
You dressed my wounds and wiped away my tears
You held me for no other reason than you adore my childish, autonomous ways
Oh Great God, You are Mother

You have provided for my needs
You have graciously given me my wants
You let my hands go so I could walk on my own
You love me for no other reason than you adore me as a toddler pretending to be a grown woman
Oh Great God, You are Father

You guide me in my search for truth
You allow me to get it wrong sometimes
You correct the mistakes that are too harmful to make
You love me for no other reason than I write my letters with a sloppy hand and a backward J
Oh Great God, You are Teacher

You are with me in the depths of the darkness
You are consumed with passion for me
You are constantly seeking to know me
You love me for no other reason than I am
Oh Great God, You are Lover

You love me for no other reason than I am
I am for no other reason than You are I am