Watching the Feeder
Snow has been falling, and the purple finches Attack the feeder, diving like air aces. A half a dozen squirrels …
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Black Elk Speaks
Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been. There is no other one to …
Self-Surrender
Our existence as embodied beings is purely momentary; what are a hundred years in eternity? But if we shatter the …
Rainbow at Night
The train moves through the Guadarrama one night on the way to Madrid. The moon and the fog create high …
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
“But now a strange thing befell me; my despair gave place to an unlooked-for tranquility. … True, I had no …
The Need to Win
When an archer is shooting for nothing He has all his skill. If he shoots for a brass buckle He …
Two by Swir
Thank You, My Fate Great humility fills me, great purity fills me, I make love with my dear as if …
All Paths Lead to Me
He who knows me as his own divine Self, As the Operator in him, breaks through The belief he is …
Non-attachment
Old Man at Leisure Sacred or secular manners and conventions make no difference to him. Completely fee leaving it all …
Two Poems on Death
For the Anniversary of My Death Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires …
Remembering the Sacred Self 