Sounds of nothing
Coming and passing Pure wind Birds sing on evening walk For booze and cigarettes Passing and coming Pure wind Leaves no trace Moon ripples on Pond
Coming and passing Pure wind Birds sing on evening walk For booze and cigarettes Passing and coming Pure wind Leaves no trace Moon ripples on Pond
Classic movie , classic song
I had a place in Australia. It was beautiful , big and wide , and the clouds hung on every corner as you descended into Buchan, milky white through the valley. Every morning I would set out for prayer around 5am to the Gompa. There were no lions waiting for me on the hill overlooking […]
Before Aretha was Mahalia how great they both were
She was speaking about some ritual. I decided to paint the word HOUSE. It glowed in the white light. My brother was there and I thought all this would be mine , the house , the valley, the lot. Sitting at a table was him. He was dressed in white. He was speaking to someone […]
All of us Are modes of dust Riding that sunbeam Regardless of who or what we think We are. We are dust particles In sunlight To the dust I say Keep moving To the Sun I say Stay .
There was something about his face A strange sort of sexuality not man , not woman Integrated into something profound A flower has no gender nor does chocolate Yet the perfume of both sends you into rapture Peace be with you , I kissed the priest full on the lips Sorry I mumbled, not a […]