Saturday, December 09, 2017


you found
by ceasing to search

the endless country

we are all at home


(for every star that fell)

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Poem: located in the very heart of you/ the endless country

you found what is not lost
by ceasing to search

located in the very heart of you
the endless country

where everything is in place
and we are all at home


Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Poem: Everything and Every Wonder I Create

this morning

it is lightly

of eternal snowflakes

white sky
the color of peach

god saying
give me any view

or attitude
idea or thought

and i will
overwhelm it

with the

will feel

when you see 



i create



Sunday, November 26, 2017

Poem: trying not to fall over/ or into my past

trying not to fall over
or into my past

seeing it remembered
as decorations

rather than
mistakes or has beens

let us go lightly
if we do remember

the past is helpless
cannot defend against

idle probing
examination and thinking

do i realize
past is an illusion

do i realize
no one is there

do i see
there is only now


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Poem: Flintwood Drive

mid-morning was oddly calm
serene in the view of everything
all around you had been incinerated
chimneys chimneys chimneys
piles of tile and appliances
some larger trees might come back
over ashes of my grandparent's house

all still in place in some order
despite the firestorm
where the gutters fell and twisted
one barrier you step over
to the main beam facing the front
of the garage that falls mostly intact
but charred all over it is solid piece of wood

you find things where they fell
or where something else covered them
the white ash layer has been rained on
now the consistency of cake frosting
sticks to your boots and hands
won't let go
looks pristine where you didn't touch it

a car with plates from oregon
drives slowly by and they slow down
to take their own pictures
the neighbors house has seven bicycles
all of them burned
lined up as a ghost parade
burned and then all rusted
eventually everything left is rusted
if it can

meanwhile mind goes up to the edge of feeling
then comes back mind goes up to an edge
pulls back and so on like waves
on a shore
but this is your heart and your mind clashing
somehow attempting to come to terms
with something that will not ever
be fully understood


Flintwood Drive
Santa Rosa

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Poem: house / or apples under a tree

it takes faith to lose faith
and find new faith

the kind of faith
that brings you courage

drop what you think
give up what you hold

then we see
what we really are

consciousness as
luminous and deep as
a predawn sky

like with as
a billion billion
stars at night

going beyond
here and there

last weeks news

or apples under a tree


Clement Ct.

Napa CA

Poem: everyone is open to wonder/ we are doomed if we deny this

everyone is open to wonder
we are doomed if we deny this

but not for long
the wonder is ceaseless


Monday, November 20, 2017

Poem: love is like music

love is like music
we are the discordant notes
because love is perfect

with practice
you may learn to harmonize
but you'll never control

it can come and go
as quickly as it wants
stay or be gone forever or both


from the Forest of Love