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Showing posts with label ch. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Signs of the Revelation

At Dunkin Donuts,
I was saying to a friend

I finally accepted what I am
within this dream of nature.

I'm a songbird
and songbirds sing.

Later, driving home,
listening to Open Source

on public radio,
I heard an interview

with John Luther Adams,
not John Coolidge Adams,

who is saying birdsong is
his primal inspiration.

Synchronicity is music
of this universal consciousness

and that goes deeper
than primordial baptism.

Such a sign is confirmation
I am singing what I am.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Alone and Drinking Under a New Moon

Lately a week feels like seven days.
And April has a tendency to freeze frame.
So I wouldn't say this is enlightenment
but I've deconstructed so much bullshit
I can see it in another almost instantly.
This makes it difficult for new relationships
and all the old ones have gone South
to die or be with loving grandchildren.
I like the Chinese poets and their way with wine.
I choose a stout instead seeking moderation
only because I value benefits of deep sleep.
This is where the poem will take a turn.
The absolute unknown is what I am
and every night I like to circle back
to pure awareness, black as Tao,
completely lost to memory or moon.
This is why Li Po jumped in the pond.