To Aphrodite of the Flower, at Knossos
Leave Crete and come to this holy temple where the pleasant grove of apple trees circles an altar smoking with …
Category Archives: Poetry
The Soul, Like the Moon
The soul, like the moon, is new, and always new again. And I have seen the ocean continuously creating. …
Last Night, As I Was Sleeping
Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error!- that a spring was breaking out in my heart. …
A Flower No More than Itself
She was there on the mountain, still as the fig tree and the failed wheat. Only the lizards and a …
Is my soul asleep?
Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water wheel of thought, is …
Recalling the Past at T’ung Pass
As if gathered together, rhe peaks of the ranges. As if raging, The waves on these banks. winding along these …
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles …
The Harpers Song for Inherkhawy
All who come into being as flesh pass on, and have since God walked the earth; and young blood mounts …
Meetings
The Same Inside Walking to your place for a love feast I saw at a street corner an old beggar …
Two Moon Contemplation
Drifting on the Lake Autumn is crisp and the firmament far, especially far from where people live. I look at …
Remembering the Sacred Self 