Showing posts with label sonnets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sonnets. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Let Me See It Isn’t and Let What I Am Be

Let samsara be samsara.
Let the search for love
in all deluded and divided ways
discover there’s no need to search,
even if it spends its lifetime searching.
Let war be war,
international, individual, psychological.
Let the mind divide.
Let Being disidentify
with this divided mind.
Let the Absolute intend
to know its great unknown is being.
Let that fact there’s nothing you can do
do you.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Burning

A bonfire burns 
on an evening beach. 
Is the fire the wood 
or is fire fire? 
The circle of light 
embraces the surf. 
Is the sea the waves 
or is the sea the sea? 
A guitar is sounding 
extemporaneous notes. 
Who makes tonight a song? 
Never-ending grains of sand 
balance at my fingertip. 
Where do I begin? 




Wednesday, June 25, 2014

trickster’s sonnet (coyote only tricks)


coyote only tricks itself

matter is a nuclear mirage

pull a rabbit from this headlessness!

being lies behind cloud nine


in moonlight, coyote howls its who

no mind, there’s no horatio

curiouser kills the curiouser

being doesn’t need an einstein


coyote dawns it’s not coyote

forgetting is the morning mantra

what a concept: not a concept

consciousness is that divine


coyote rests on this thirteenth line