All tables and chairs seat chattering folksIn talk that ranges from debates to jokes; Scents of brewing and baking all around. A meek, old couple engaging in ScrabbleWhile two, young babes persistently babble; Hot drinks – mere pretext for smiles to be found. Familiar faces rushing by outsideAs calm within is allowed to abide; CoffeeContinue reading “The Coffee Shop”
Tag Archives: art
Travel
So lounged that droopiness overtakes my sightDespite the richness split along the road; Sedentary, now feel the light like night, And – here – the wild alike to my abode. Through dirty windows flow these known scenes, Such places passed where foot has never been.
Love in the Search
For Ian, my profoundest teacher of this disposition To seek answers that may himself explain,Outward his eyes first gazed upon the world;He looked for indications to sustainA sense of self – which Being had unfurled. And yet, with Phaedrus, questioning the pow’rContained in this approach – the kósmon, whole,Ever beyond the grasp of men’s control.Continue reading “Love in the Search”
Sunday
Without obligation planned:an early rise—we haven’t need.A swift clean, after first stand;out the door before we feed— immanent is the real food.Elevator descendedbefore a prompt turn just outthe door—road quickly ended—now a right to stay the route. City’s in its normal mood, though my steps along: diff’rent.For today, no rushing pace;need no great energy spentinContinue reading “Sunday”
Quiet Nights
Für meine Liebe Ever unsure of what we ought to do!Imagination always running dry,As plans we try and make, just me and you.Perchance could we drive, train, or even fly;Or just a night at home—we get so few! I think we’ve still a half-bottle of wine,The balsamic—grab—oil, and romaine—Lefto’ers, the main dish upon which weContinue reading “Quiet Nights”
Serious Play
Love creates by expressingEach blessing,AddressingAll man may feel distressing.Though such grace did he reduceTo mere use;With abuse:The eternal makes no truce.Thinking freedom to be foundWithout bound—Fate confound—Only bondage did abound.The man of utility:Never free;Strapped is heBy tall demands of Beauty.‘Hear the song writ in your heart,My own art;Now’s your part:Any time you want to start.’RememberContinue reading “Serious Play”
Mark 2:1-12
For the Second Sunday of the Great Fast Thanks to word causing a hum,Do they come. Capernaum, The place where he’s teaching from.Travelling with great hurt and zeal –All can feelEmpyrealPowers that are said to heal.Four men carrying a friend To portendHe attendTo a body needing mend. First, to be cleansed of sin – AllContinue reading “Mark 2:1-12”
The Terrible Noise
Heavy does rest stillness when one’s alone;Leaving the world apart, now lesser known. But do we truly leave? For it follows us in, that horrible sound of it allthat ever emits from dawn to nightfall; yet – no less – so in darkness, it swallowsup anything refusing to conform.Locked here within, no possible retreat, toContinue reading “The Terrible Noise”
The Lighthouse
For Shavi, a friend and ikon Orion protects starry skies each night – Giving liberal light with that horse and bear – Their beauty calling eyes to gaze aright, Granting both wonder and direction fair. Yet, despite ever luminous powers, They reveal not all dangers of the dark; For itContinue reading “The Lighthouse”
Hoping for Clarity 