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The Journey to the West

Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Oh Yes ( in reply to Robert Creeley)

If you sit long enough
You will come to it
And when you get there
They will give you a place to sit
Except you'll be sitting already
And what you'll really want
Is to unbend your knees
And rise up in song
And then you may see no difference
Between arrival and moving along

Saturday, May 9, 2020

A Precondition of Life

A crack in the roadway
Through which a dream
Seeps into broad daylight
Imagination is nothing

More or less than
A precondition of life

Photo by Marissa Bridge

Poem for Heraclitus

No you never do step
Into the same river twice
But then again you never
Step out of it either
As we remain unsure
Where the shoreline lies
What's real and what's dream
Stasis and change being  
But two ways to describe
How we find ourselves amidst 
The same ever swirling stream
While Charon stands ready with
His ferry awaiting the moment
We become submerged