A Few Haiku by Sharon Pacione http://cosmicwind.net/800/CWind/RainbowVoices/HaikuPacione.html Almost a Conversation by Mary Oliver I have not really, not yet,...
The following links are for my poetry and haiku posted to the Yahoo group VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone. When you're in the mood for contemplation, this could...
SENSE OF PLACE On the blue line the driver showed us passengers a picture This is the 60 year old man who walked into the Shangri-la trailer court around 7 am...
I Meet Myself I meet myself every day in ancient stones and river birch in children's smiles and nature's pain in dreams of other timelines as notes in the...
LOOK FOR YOURSELF Look for yourself A real eye opener Not a soul here but you yet our minds keep working on the wording Our souls aren't quite used to such...
WISE MEN KEEP TALKING ABOUT Time is the shop Where everyone works hard To build enough love To break the Shackle. Wise men keep talking about Wanting to meet...
APPOINTMENT WITH LIFE Shadow birds race across the bright grass Moving is a sign of life The light works by itself Once in the forest the trees overshadow us ...
Playing With Matches the invisible rides the wind, radiation traveling the world in search of the unsuspecting with every breath compromised, fate is sealed by...
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an...
HANGED IF I DON'T Hanged if I don't cultivate a lucid indifference We are the sun hiding from itself Snails & rats sing the song of the unloved through the...
Piglet's Song Let's find a Way today, that can take us to tomorrow. We'll follow that Way, A Way like flowing water. Let's leave behind, the things that do not...
Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told me ...
LAWLESS When opposing charges separate & build in power A strike of lightning splits the difference between them As trees grow to the sun they discard lower...
Haikus looking through the veil untold possibilities no longer strangers travelers through time searchers of the mystic way end up in the now alone with...
The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began...
Nothing I peeked inside potential and saw nothing stirring in a single cell, growing in invisible worlds, flourishing in darkness, stalking the sun and the...
CLINGING TO POWER You thought you could out-talk life forever but life is endlessly fascinating & you're not Lose the applause clapping for fear Lose the five...
For a New Beginning In out-of-the-way places of the heart, Where your thoughts never think to wander, This beginning has been quietly forming, Waiting until...
WORDS OF LOVE Words are balloons blown up by the breath of generations Words steal our best ideas & hide them in the alphabet disguised as vocabulary Words...
TROUBLE WITH IMMUNITY On the bus the subject of conversation turns to tales of poison oak outbreaks The driver says he found out early in life that poison oak...
The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out...
Dialing 9/11 - Emerge and See blinded by darkness when it died, humanity never believed that silence is deadly, that an unused mind will atrophy, that a heart...
Communication ever notice how quiet it gets when a subject comes up that no one wants to talk about, like war, new concepts, the exposure of lies, or the odd...
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk...
Questions how many times must we resurrect the dead to kill in the name of blind patriotism and religion how many times can a barely used brain be washed ...
SELF-PITY If walking around the house at night you should happen to kick a piece of maya hard enough your toenail will turn purple & fall off There is no...
In Praise of Dreams In my dreams I paint like Vermeer van Delft. I speak fluent Greek and not just with the living. I drive a car that does what I want it to. ...
I would like you to know That we were not all like that. That some of us spent our lives Working for Peace Speaking for animals Tending the Earth. And that...
