Xiaoyang Galas |
We are fascinated by the words,
but where we meet is in the silence behind them.
Ram Dass
This is where it all ends
the road just doesn't go any farther
if you want to keep going
you must leave this wastrel planet
and travel through space
to the moon and the other planets
stay here or go on
neither is the best choice
and neither is the worst
i have been standing here thinking about it
for an entire lifetime
Breath on breath
sweat on flesh
hands in caress
your eyes in full moan
a time of shiver
a time of shudder
the light that shines on your body
to measure this moment
lips
tongue
sweet death of ecstatic bliss
the love you own in the river of being human
this blessing
this gift
the music of skin on skin
your fingertips
a night that is your own
your magic
one slow and perfect second at a time
You can say god or allah or jehovah
krishna
white buffalo woman
i don't care
you can say that you answer only
to your own conscience
and that's fine too
you can pray for guidance
or just trust your own heart
i am still your brother
we are both flesh and plasma
and something else
something inside that can be kind
draw me a map to where you are
and I will draw you a map to me
and then let us move toward each other
each on our own journey
a journey that was envisioned by the other one
and wherever we meet i will hold you in my arms
like your brother
james lee jobe
Rashid Johnson |
In trading the pleasures of an ordinary life for a meditative life,
you're trading candy for gold.
Thanissaro Bhikkhu
LINKS
Chimeras, a poem by Brian Sneeden
When it Really is Just the Wind, and Not a Furious Vexation, a poem by Kyle Tran Myhre
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