Hold Me Now Hold Me

Fun, easy, shufflin’ little ditty outlining my feelings about loving relationships. Lyrics: Hold me now hold me I want to survive In order to hold me I need you to thrive Before you can hold me I need you alive Hold me now hold me We both gonna thrive Dancin to hold me We’re rockin […]

Haiku: one leaf shimmer

one leaf shimmer soft tremble excite express true love of sun and wind.

Of Modern Poetry, by Wallace Stevens

The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script. Then the theatre was changed To something else. Its past was a souvenir. It has to be living, to learn the speech of the […]

My Bed is a Warm Planet

My heart trembles like a poor leaf The planets whirl in my dreams. The stars press against my window. I rotate in my sleep. My bed is a warm planet. ~Marvin Mercer P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem New York City, N.Y. (1981) (Published as intro to Carl Sagan’s only work of fiction, Contact) via flickr.com

Enchanted Rock

As great and ebon pillars frame The vaulted granite and nurture the Bell-watcher, so do overarching Branches bower all I feel From this bough-strung, airy cot. Ah! God’s world! Yes, He made it for us And lives astride it; and by prayer And right living, from within The forest grove we may yet See him […]

Earth My Body

My old friend Dell is helping me with “Earth My Body,” which is a song taught to me by this great guy Kaj (pron: “kai”) at the Kerrville Folk Festival back in, say, 1991. Simple words: Earth my body, water my blood, wind my breath, and fire my spirit. For my first two years at […]

Kirtan: the Yoga of Singing. Of Course.

Just heard Jai Uttal and his group (Jai Uttal and the pagan love orchestra) singing “Om Nemah Shivaya”, a gorgeous Hare Krishna-esque chant from their “Nectar” album. Upon visiting his website, I’ve discovered that there is– suprise!– a “yoga of singing,” called “kirtan.” And here is some information about a workshop Uttal will be holding […]

“Tree-House”

https://yugenro.files.wordpress.com/2006/06/Milena-sm.png (M’s Birthday Poem- v2) This is our tree-house. It asks nothing of us. When i first saw her i was enchanted. My heart sang that night– there was communion, there was community. As we grew closer, her depth drew me in, both strange and beautiful, i fell. At first the fear was too strong, […]

Tree-House

This is our tree-house. It asks nothing of us. When i first saw her i was enchanted. My heart sang that night– there was communion, there was community. As we grew closer, her depth drew me in, both strange and beautiful, i fell. At first the fear was too strong, the mystery too dark, the […]

Choragus

Choragus sits lotus-legged with her recorder; history improvises. Dirty dishes pile high, monuments to the appetite; laundry flirts. house-fly & cockroach enthralled actively audience; worker-ants pause. Screaming neighbors counterpoint her breathy melodies; carhorns punctuate. Dust-motes dance atop her varying columns of air; she, the Choreographer.