HAIKU There is only now One point in infinity Pregnant potential It is spring again All flowers turn to the sun And likewise do I Jabber, jabber, crow Why do...
Magnificence Breathtaking this rend and flickering cleave of the air. I drown upwards pulled into the plunder of the storm. Here in the open I am flashed ...
Conundrums of Light We are too slow yet we change like lightning scorched into mercury. We elapse and eclipse. Time is a cellular body of light. The universe...
Tsunami This is how the land was ripped open. How the sea in its upsurge broke into fluid bereavement. Its ravishing blossoms crushing belief. ~~~~~~~~~~ ...
Devotion If you want a blood red devotion see how the poppy falls to pieces in the dancing wind. When a pot is fired in the kiln it becomes both beautiful...
Hi, thank you for the welcome to this poetry group. I look forward to sharing and getting to know you all through the posts. I am not prolific in my writings,...
A Dazzle in Your Breath We are a dazzle in Your breath a common language conversed into light. You make us fall out of ourselves to be Your heart. You are...
Odyssey Trees travel a great distance with their lives. They do not rush but unfold naturally. You do not need legs to make important journeys. The voyage...
What God Wants to Become When heaven comes looking for you be sure to be already there. Be an early flowering of beautiful things to choose from. Every atom...
She Speaks When I sit and rest something of the Universe of Love runs through, threads its way through me as a network of fluent stars. When I rest a finger...
I love haikus and have posted many here, especially the last couple of years. The ones you've shared are beautiful. I found the redwood haiku very powerful....
Eric: Your poems are always powerful and thought-provoking. Welcome back. Love, Sharon 444 -- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, ErcAshfrd@a......
Being Born A mother pushes her child into the world. The child cries and starts pushing against Gods womb in a million ways until it finds its own birth. ...
Thank you for your beautiful poems, and pictures. It feels very good to be here and I am filled with gratitude for 'being' in what feels like home....poetry...
Soul Painting Poets are painters and the paint they use are their soul colours. No one can see how deep the ocean is or how deep the shore is but we know...
Innuendo Goldfinches flicker through the hedgerows splinter perception. Feathers glitter then erupt into space a velocity of beauty in a glimpsed moment. ...
From Daily Zen _www.dailyzen.com_ (http://www.dailyzen.com) January 10, 2006 Better than a thousand hollow words Is one word that brings peace. Better than a...
Zen: I'm so glad you joined the site. Your poems are beautiful. I think you and Eric have been Rumi and Hafiz in other lifetimes. As the saying goes: "this...
Yes, and a lovely poem at that! I took the opportunity to look through the other work you have up - Wow! Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!! Thank you for...
Exploration I should like to travel in you seeking not difference or sameness, not journeying as a tourist, or a taker of things, like a gun or a camera but...
Presence Sometimes you will throw rocks and sometimes you will be the rock that is thrown. The words are not the poetry-- your eyes are. When we listen to an...
Nothing Its not like I know what to say anymore. I write a few words. chew over this soft science of quantum prophesy. I wriggle a paradox or two under the...
S/He Who Gets To The Silence First you write words that almost tumbled out of my heart, but your mind got to the silence first poets are opportunists ...
Sharon, the title of this poem got to me first. I want that title! Sometimes the title just makes you prick up your ears and you want the poem to live up to...
Welcome William...loved taking the journey with you in this poem. Life has a way of flying by. Seems like yesterday that I was just a skinny girl. BTW...a...
How true. Sharon, your poem brought a smile to my face, while also reaching into my heart. I am delighted to read the work here -it's so good for the soul. ...
can you hear the sound that petals make as they slowly unfold in the sun I can It sounds like this poem Beautiful poem, Eric. Thank you for sharing. Nancy ...
You You tumble out of the darkness wings ragged, feathers torn heart on fire. I see you like this a phoenix crashing to earth again but not dying to...
