Poetry & More

Looking at a small cup in the sink, its proportions are just right.  The pencil holder on the desk, with...

  Only when I am quiet for a long time and do not speak do the objects of my life...

There is an inner music going on.  Inside, beneath the waves.  Go inside.  Beneath the thoughts, the sensations, the sounds...

When you see water in a stream you say:  Oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the...

I wrote this poem at Lunar New Year, and now it’s being posted at the start of Nowruz, Persian New...

It’s been over a year now since I had my mystical experience sitting among the old folks in Wyatt’s Cafeteria...

Bow Down in Silence Bow down in silence to the earth, to the trees, to the moon, to the sun....

Don’t ask why the pine trees In the front garden Are gnarled and crooked. The straightness They were born with...

Spring overall. But inside us there's another unity. Behind each eye here, one glowing water. Every forest branch moves differently...

There is meaning in everything, here and now.  Intrinsic meaning.  Not far-away meaning, not future meaning.  There may also be...