the best poems
have a purpose
somewhere in the chaos and the calm, may you find your Self in all of your splendor
the best poems
have a purpose
veiled kindnesses
from out of a hidden realm
friends and family I have never met
affirm my broken being
the dust that falls from the sculptures
I have chiseled these nearly sixty years
my deceased mother and father
join my gurus
sharing a meal at a table
where 12 disciples honor the bride
a young man
self-effacing, as the moon…
takes her hand
the daring of love usurps the night
they dance on the rooftop in the rain
the bliss of union that is an ocean
and we, witnesses and guests
each a single drop
of the selfsame joy
do dogs have feelings?
can they understand what we say?
in ways we might not imagine
does the wind have words?
are we remiss in not comprehending?
even a mountain communicates
when we stand in awe
it has inserted its grandeur
into our thoughts
is God in our temples, our churches, our hearts?
is Buddha in photons, and black holes, and quarks?
some things are too outlandish to conceive
the more outlandish
the more I tend to believe