Poetry
Inviting
Habdur, "the inviting
here and now",
"the space
of invitation",
waits
at the Nexus of Possibilities,
calls
at the Crossroads of Multiverses,
cradles
in the weaving of the Thousand Thousand Ways
we could have lived,
we could yet live.
Here we rest our heads
very near to past selves,
future …
Snatches of the Dream
—to have love,
to feel love,
to hold love,
to make love,
to make use of love,
to know love,
to magnify love,
and yet
never to fall
in—
Ancestor Worship
Always I have kept a Special Box,
a box made Special by the items inside
flowing with Meaning and Memory.
The Box itself has changed, moved
from house to house—
admittedly
it has always been made of cardboard
and admittedly
along the away I threw some Special items
into the …
Loving Enemies
Thich Nhat Hanh may be wrong
on one point—there is a use
for everything, a way to transmute anything
in your mind
using the Philosopher's Stone
of mindfulness, even violent
video games.
To practice this, look down and see
an assault rifle in your hand, look up and see …
Hunger
How could it be
this powerful, this animal, or
how did I not know of it
till now? There are many monsters,
many types
of people—I've never understood
vampires with their stable schedules
of predation, zombies moaning for brains
right out in public, recognizable,
ghosts no longer blooded, living …
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