my life now

my life now
full of images

mind full of light

body in
activities

reason
and
imagination

arise
together

at times
in no

contradiction

embracing
like lovers


@

it all comes back / what my loving was

it all comes back
what my loving was

i understand when i see you
it all makes sense

i look at your face
it fits some image complete

before suspected
now bright and sharp as morning

all thoughts and hopes
scattered previously land

i remember certain ones
comprehend all of them

even those i had lost
due to sadness or grief



***

love

i fall in love with
distant mountains

i fall in love with
certain moments

i fell in love
one night
with a moon
over a white wall
and three stars
that reminded me of you

and i had not
even met you
til now



**

there are some reasons / why a woman loves a man

there are some reasons
why a woman loves a man
she will never tell him

a woman's prerogative
she loves him for things
he will never know about

though he might think
he'll never know why

he might tell her
but true love is never
fully explained



@@

feelings
are not memories

and memories
are marks

like trails on a blackboard
that all fade

formed
from ghostly dust

what i recall
is in error

the moon
was not as full

a kiss
was just a whim

motions
set into other motions

marks
from other marks

feelings are not memories / and memories are marks

feelings are not memories
and memories are marks

like trails on a blackboard
that all fade

formed
from ghostly dust

what i felt was invented
from a mind full
of desires

from a ego full of plans
tricks and traps

full of feelings



**

corcoran / a country road

corcoran
a country road
hint of rain

talking
to a friend
about bliss

eternity

all around
wind blowing
golden hue

over farms
scatter of birds
across the view

in the now

where does
this world end
and heaven start

in equanimity
in corcoran
i do not know


**

on june 16 / blooms day we met

on june 16
blooms day
we met
over lunch
and i said
you should say
things in
the mirror
to show
kindness
to your
own self
like

i love you
i love you
i love you

then it
rained
as we
walked
to the car

each one
of us
with a
styrofoam
container
dotted
with drops



*

this poem for you

a poem for you

how we might
strive all day long
in solitude
but be unaware
of any loneliness

this means we are
well involved
in the work that
can make us closer
to others

opening our heart
to motivations
beyond hope and
fear

entering
a kind of
gratitude
after much
hard effort

calm vision
of the gifts
that follow

this poem for you

You will drink me
If you keep driving too fast

तिमी मलाई पिउन गर्नेछ
यदि तपाईं धेरै छिटो ड्राइभिङ राख्न

Timī malā'ī pi'una garnēcha
yadi tapā'īṁ dhērai chiṭō ḍrā'ibhiṅa rākhna

June 2

darkness
going into darkness
after maintaining high hopes

what is done
is done to one's self
through the consolations of the self

these lapses
in the aim for temporary comfort
lead to the opposite and no reprieve

the dog returns
to his own vomit the singer to his song
the wind never stops blowing as the wind

**

June 2