Evening Song 26 Shyly evening turns to night. full of love but weary of our closed hearts. The birds are getting sleepy and are looking for dark pillows. The...
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ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 11:05 am
High Noon In The Wind Rake High noon in the wind rake and I am crossing a rock scattered boulder-land where the moors meet the sky in a cold dance of lonely. ...
707
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 11:12 am
Verses 734 & 741 from the Divan-i Kebir Meter 3 The Curl Of Your Hair Beloved, there are thousands of mornings In the hair of Your night. Rose gardens are...
708
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 11:44 am
Frog Singing and when the sun goes down on our valley it will appear on the mountain-tops and when you are dark i am your light we relate like this because...
709
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 11:57 am
Waves Sometimes I am a digital radio without a digit-- a wave signal without a single way to be in tune. Then I just fall down and do not try to get up until...
710
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 12:06 pm
It Speaks When I sit and rest something of the Universe of Love runs through me like a comet of fire-- like an infinite Net of star-speak. And that language is...
711
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 10, 2004 1:09 pm
Don’t Let It Be Me I am impatient for the rain. It falls too slowly. I want to shake the sky to see what can fall into an open heart. A wild man has broken...
712
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 2:20 pm
Writing Poetry 79 This path is dangerous-- the outcome unknown. What can be said is that the poet will be exposed and if he persists will be found out, and in...
713
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 2:32 pm
Evening Song 27 It is dark and some hearts now see themselves. We are all friends and lovers and lovers and friends mixed up as enemies of our strangeness. We...
714
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 2:43 pm
Sunrise You can die for it-- an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an...
715
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 2:51 pm
Beyond Even Now When the child of the universe opened its eyes It saw you coming along as its off-spring. And when that child has filled this whole cosmos with...
716
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 2:58 pm
Lambs of God November is a month of black moons on the moor. Winter lays its icy hand early upon the land, and in that clutch beings survive or pass away. ...
717
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:19 pm
Dribbles Moon low and drowned by rain. Do not think I will not go out tonight. Will send dog out instead. ~~~~~~~ Is that a loose thread on my sweater cuff? So...
718
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:33 pm
Valentines Day Just on the edge of the oak woods the field path turns right and enters a dell between two low hills. Here, you can either turn right through a...
719
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:37 pm
The Good Heart Lovers loose themselves just to taste a moment of bliss. Saints spend a lifetime in loves labor turning into flowers to be the perfume of God. ...
720
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:39 pm
In A Single Drop I shall drink today. I shall be the cup and that which is contained within it. I will not separate one particle or morsel of this radiant...
721
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:42 pm
Garden Escapes There is a ringing bird, bell singing over the gentle gate of this morning; a tropical pint-sized Bald Eagle slow dancing in the belly blooming...
722
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:46 pm
Simple Births A butterfly can overwhelm the sky with its beauty. A small child can radiate every quality of God. A kiss may speak perfectly of every...
723
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:46 pm
River Sculptures I am a contour map that outlines where a rushing river flowed while it made love to the cuts of its own blade. A commonplace parchment and...
724
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 11, 2004 3:49 pm
Glowing The beloved came to me last night. She left a mark under my skin. A place where one fingertip of love pressed its image into the void. That impression...
725
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 7:58 am
Writing Poetry 80 When a poem begins to spill a planet can fall through a crack in the sky and become a dragonfly on the wing. Acres of time plant one seed of...
726
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:00 am
Evening Song 27 Returning from the city. The dark is shedding stars behind me as my car dark-plows into the moors. I must be back where my landscape is. Where...
727
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:04 am
Wonderful A cry goes up from the city. War is afoot and coming. I find it more wondrous that a rosebud is still opening in this early evening. ~~ Window The...
728
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:08 am
October October, and the wind-fields are flowing into the earth unmasking the ivory-yellow bones of Autumn. Gilded leaf and ochre twigs stiffen the hedgerows ...
729
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:10 am
Autumn All summer long we have sailed the sea green soul and now the falling flame of Autumn curls the leaf of time once more. I love to listen to the...
730
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:12 am
I Like It I like to eat fish and chips with my fingers out of old newspapers. Not from those polystyrene trays and tiny plastic forks. I like to eat a peach...
731
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:15 am
Who Speaks This Silence? Who writes these poems that emerge half formed like polar bears hidden in snow? Who the author of the souls lightning bugs, and the...
732
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 12, 2004 8:31 am
Where The Light Blossoms Open Poems start somewhere but not on the horizon of thought. Not where the earth meets the sky but in-between the in-between. They...
733
druidfromtexas@...
druidfromtexas
Mar 12, 2004 7:35 pm
Butterfly I feel trapped Like a butterfly in a net Caught by one Who could not wait To be visited But had to use force Fluttering against the net Unable to...
734
ErcAshfrd@...
forgiveness2
Mar 13, 2004 12:09 pm
Writing Poetry 81 What can be said of this poetry blossoms into existence only from the garden of now. What falls out of a full moon is what the moon can say ...
