"Dear Robert"
"St John of the Cross heard an Arab love poem Through the bars and began his poem" ~Robert Bly This is a wide ocean, we could swim for centuries and never find a shore but... More »
"St John of the Cross heard an Arab love poem Through the bars and began his poem" ~Robert Bly This is a wide ocean, we could swim for centuries and never find a shore but... More »
I am afraid to write the words afraid they might capture you, take you prisoner make you less than you are and you are everything I am afraid to turn you into a poem that might... More »
Maybe it is just because I have fallen in love with riding my bike. I had a bike when I was a child, but I also had an older brother that terrorized me and had... More »
Oh, David, master of Malkhut, you dance, you teach me how to sing praise. You sit with me under a tree and speak fire. Oh, David, would you love me my bare breasts gleaming... More »
is that your eye, lord, that twinkles your lips that kiss your hand that moves over me like warm water you are the wine of my drunkeness you are his voice that dives deeply you... More »
My little family of 3 came down with the flu - one daughter on Thursday, myself on Friday, and my other daughter on Saturday and we have been busy mending. I think one daughter will... More »
Donan tagged me: 1) I sit and read poetry and other mystical writings to God 2) On Tuesday I heard the wind rushing through the trees on the Oregon Coast and it made my heart... More »
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, the night when Christ was born; O night divine! O night, O night divine! John Sullivan Dwight (1812-1893) This silent night, holy night.... More »
Yesterday was very interesting. Yes, it was Thanksgiving day but it would have also been my father's 77th birthday and the first time Thanksgiving day has fallen on his birthday since he passed. So, my... More »