Sorrow, it is not True
Sorrow, it is not true that I know you, you are the nostalgia for a good life, and the aloneness …
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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 …
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 …
Random Thoughts on the Love of God
… Creatures speak in sounds. The word of God is silence. The secret word of God’s love can be nothing …
Is my soul asleep?
Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water wheel of thought, is …
Maybe
Sweet Jesus, talking his melancholy madness, stood up in the boat and the sea lay down, silky and sorry. …
Two by Dogen Zengi
I The migrating bird leaves no trace behind and does not need a guide. II As he listened, mindlessly, …
Sunset
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, …
