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 […]
Whata drink said the barman Well, I want a tall glass , A touch of misery and madness, A dash of ecstasy, throw in a night mare , A travelogue of journey Some Coltrane train Some Davis blue Heavy on the Pollock Heavy on the Gogh Give me some Debbie Harry mixed with Dalai lama […]
The small boat Is being pushed away from the shore I feel like a child learning About the way Saicho old monk living on Mount Hiei The samurai Of marathon walks and fire Suddenly I found you Or you found me They say when the disciple is readyThe Guru appears And there you were Bright […]
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