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WE

We.. who are
dwarfs or giants or
paraplegics or
who have not been
by headturning beauty graced
or who have neck lines
of time beneath the face
we who haul extra weight
.. or are afflicted
by painquelling addictions..
or sit in prison..
or face bankruptcy
..or do not know where we
will lay our heads tonight..

we are among the first
to realize that the soul
is not the body machine
through which it pours..
and that beauty is not
Divine Love, that
the 999th match after 998
tries.. is enough to
set the world aflame
with Spirit Fire
...

THE OPPOSITE WAY

The setting sun's image
in the office buildings is
radiant with light.
Yet do not follow it, for
the Sun's way
of perfection
lies opposite
to its reflection.

LILIES LILACS AND LOTUS LEAVES LINKED

He has turned
bloody warfields gory
into climbing violet
morning glories

Grows out of slime
the blossom of the lime
so does every obstacle
turn to beauty.. in time

Out of the tiny acorn
10,000 oak forests
can be born
So the universe all
is contained in the small

The bee alights
in morning light
buzzing
'go not for the
sour but the sweet'.

Windscattered, the milkweed
... now ripe in seed
.. so do angels
send forth your beliefs.

The radiant butterfly reminds
she went from
crawling to pure flight
without having
to walk up stairflights

Rhododendron
can grow 90 or more
feet tall
in India and Nepal
.. left to be themselves
children small
grow
in spirit tall

The bamboo was bored by
beetles.. through her holes
the wind played a symphony
.. so does our pain
turn to music.

Through the bullet hole
in the wall
in pours the sun.

The peony bud is sometimes opened
with the help of ants
.. the most rejected.. are
our greatest helpers
when we think we can't

Dandelions: how cheerful they
are with sunny faces
in the midst of those
who unjustly hate them

The buttercup holds the
dew and sunup
in her lemon colored cup
To her chalice of love
bees come to sup.

To his parent plant
the branch of honeysuckle
needs no ties..
no external buckles
so are we always connected
to God's thoughts
whether we do
know it or not.

The lotus on the surface
of water whispers
... be in the world
and not of it

while speaks the rose
where she grows:
the cross of suffering
is now joy's dynamo

It is the lily's leela*
... that out of the
illusion of death
bursts forever life

As the rain became
the grape upon the vine
so does Jesus turn
water into wine

The tree of mango
releases not all at
once
her annual manna
... all comes
with patience.

As apple blossoms
give way to fruit
so does earthly beauty
bow to the glowing
of heartroots

In the sun,
speak not
the chrysanthemums
God speaks most
when we are mum.

Glow out of African violets
the music of life's violins
.. their purple rivers of light
flow without violence

As Samson was stronger
when his hair was uncut
so do dahlias say..
'don't let Delilah
any flower pluck'

The lilac..
fragrance pours from
her unbound
though she is rooted
in the ground.

Deep is the hue of
the purple plum
... to find heart jewels
the depths we plumb.

Crimson red is the carnation
.. so are all in whom red
or green blood flow
... sacred incarnations

Radiant are the
rainbow of tulips
May only kindness will be spoken
from my two lips

God does not on
any
inflict pain or
experiment
when healing beings
or growing spearmint.

They think the
wind is lackadaisical
but because he freely blows the
world will not lack for daisies

As life force is
within each cockleshell
so heaven does dwell
inside what seems a hell

Painted by God's glowing brush
is the bright orange Indian
paintbrush
.. like the sunrise
your soulrays give love to all

The kudzu vine
has hidden the junkyard as she climbed
so say you to all
.. for forgiving.. now is the time

The little flowers of veronica
fall below the mowers' blades
so do the humble and meek
inherit the earth

Unrolls the scroll
of the trilliums deep in woods
.. they write we need no surety
save for purity

(to Jack and Pat McDermott with love and admiration)

REFLECTED WING

As 1 wing of a butterfly
sees in a lake his
reflected complement
so he upon meeting her
knew immediately in her eyes
that she was his
soul's completion

JUPITER

The ruts made by a visitor's drag race
have become pools
in which deer sip and butterflies cool
while Jupiter shines in
the hurricane's leavings: tidal pools

NINTH STEP

She was very upset to find that the
woman to whom she wanted to make amends
had died.. Later she found
that by miracle.. a friend
had made amends for her.

(to SC who has often smoothed the way for the writer)

RAVEL

With the sun's grace
and a misty trace
the spruce ravels lace
out of pure space

(to Julia Hull)

ETERNAL BEAUTY

What a wonder to see..
on the
very same tree..
fresh blooms of youth
and wise sweet fruit.

(to Julia Hull whose sharp
intellect and soft kindness
coexist)

PRIEST AND PRIESTESS

Priest and priestess guardians
of each other's sacred flame
One dolphin buoying up
the other when he's maimed
Each in giving space does
the other's beauty frame.
From wedding of fire and
water
now the rainbows came.

Ohio and Missouri rivers
married to become
the Mississippi River..
they were destined to be One.

As balloons went up into sky
paradise in pair of eyes
their fires joined.. all saw the glow
as each to other.. self bestowed

From North and South
one Union
from bread and wine:
Communion
Two bodies: one heartlove shrine
to their eternal valentines

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(Anne Morrow Lindbergh
said beauty is framed in space)
(to Ross S and Patty T)

PATTERNS IN RAIN'S PATTER

Patterns in rain's patter
design in all desire
beckonings in the beacons
of primordial fire

We go by much too fast
the hidden gate to see
Millions of frequencies
we can't receive on the tv.

Yhings have shook the world
too subtle to perceive
Milton's kind smile for all
Milton's sweet gentle soul

Melded stars a
quadrillion miles away
to make him stay on the stage
God made him believe the play.

)to Milton Radney, a vegetarian
cab driver in NYC before
becoming a successful
entrepreneur, who quietly
gave money to thousands
anonymously)

MY SISTER

My sister: helicopter
rescue carrier
floating in sea that others
may fly
My sister the mother bird
restrained
by nestlings
teaching them to
soar in the sky
My sister the lake
remaining in quarry
that thirsty babies
may come to drink
My sister the guru with eyes
so starry
carrying more weight that
others not sink.

My sister the last to leave the ship
making sure that all others are safe
My sister the Statue of Liberty
taking all weary all starving heart waifs
My sister the flower
who blooms where she's planted
that lonely bees may come to sup
My sister the gentle ear
which listens
and gives of her heart's
always full loving cup

(to N)

GREY CLOUD

There once was a grey cloud
which filled the sky.
Thirsty plants called to her
bounty on high.

She gave and she gave
in response to their call
Trees in her rains of great grace
grew green tall

So much she did give
she became faintly traced
So slight now her cloud
angel wings tiny laced

but a raintree for his
dried grasses cried
She gave of her last and
became nothing at all

Lo and behold the nothing was all
and this Cinderella now did come to each ball
with the sky itself ever blue cloak
with which to mantle each every and all

now the sun moon and stars
shine on her tapestry
and on this turquoise
brocade
is the Milky Way laid

MAGIC WAND

the glistening spider filament
fluttered in the wind, spangled
with dandelion spores...
a magic wand with not one
but many stars

AURUM IS THE AURA OF AURORA

Dawn pastels canvas of dark velvet blue
Then snuffs star lamps she painted by
She draws back curtains where lovers lie
Sparks them to move til night's lullaby.

She pinks the Notre
Dame crystal rose
and caps cloud mountains
with pinkest snows.

Sips the dew from chaliced blooms
and tips the trees with saffron singe
and sows the sea with seed light mirrors
and sews sky togas with purple fringe.

Crowing cock thinks
he summoned her quiet
Yet her stillness begets
the bees' buzzing riot

Next kindles the fires in the grates
and sets the kettles on to bubble
Breaks mouni vows as cities hum Om
Lovesilvers the lakes with power to double

She rolls back hillquilts of mysterious mist.
Unwinds vine tendrils so tenderly kissed
Lifts bird crowns from out their wings
winding their throats that they might sing

Wanded by her molten rays
Dracula is melted clear away
Cloistered petals come out to play
Sequestered sequins start to dancepray

Whispers the slumbering
down from dream stories
and swivels faces
of blue morning glories.

Takes down the moon she hung at twilight
Fires up lattice of moving searchlights
as she throws op the east gate in dawnlight
to wait for her God in demibright

Seeing His blazing face
vanished the night
In his unconditional love's arms enfolded
Aurum is the aura of Aurora unfolded.-

(this poem is dedicated to N Robinson)
: the seed syllable of all soundMouni: vow of silence taken by some
spiritual seekers2 of these lines were sparked by Robert Graves in I
Claudius
Arun: Shiva as God of the Sunaurum: Latin for gold

**

HEM OF HIS GARMENT

The hem of Jesus' garment
The shadow of a Master heal
as does a glance of the
Sun
the sound of the sea
or the loving reflections
of a listening friend.

PEAR TREE RESPONSE

The dump truck with
driveby violence
slapped the pear
tree
in her branch face
releasing a shower
of her sweet fruit grace
as a holy one responds
to hate with love
in his focused Godward race

FLUORESCENCE

Light is the sunflower essence.
Out flows the sun's fluorescence.
He the rose's attracting presence
He the peony's fragrant presents.
He is the fair phlox' fleurescence.

HITLER'S CONCERT

If Hitler heard concerts
and then waged war
the music pacific
was not with message
sufficiently specific

If a bombdropper writes poems
of October leaves amber
1 room in his cerebrum
speaks not to another
brain chamber

QUEEN ANNE'S LACE TWO

A table on which the bees
may sup
For them by His grace
God has raveled out of
space
a table which has merged
with its
cloth of lace

QUEEN ANNE'S LACE I

Queen Anne's Lace
Sun's crystallized grace.
Her roots go much deeper
to the waters of God
She is able to weave
pure lace out of sod.

(to Gale Hudson)

ANIMALS LOVE YOU

Bees buzz Cats meow. Horsies neigh. Donkeys bray.
Geese honk. Froggies croak. Coyotes howl and bears
growl.
Mice squeak Heralds hark. Oceans whisper. Doggies bark.
Lightning crashes. Fishie splashes. Ponds bubble. Larks warble.
Lions roar. Rains patter Elephants trumpet Monkeys chatter
Pigeons coo. Ghosties boo. Flowers nod. Cowsies moo.
Trees rustle Thunder rumbles Bums whistle Grumpy grumbles.
Piggies squeal Sparrows chirp. Pig mommies grunt. Pig daddies burp.
Loons croon. Chickns squawk Tigers grrrr. Kitties purr.
They were all saying, they told me today, ' we love you
very much' in their own special way.

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(to Natalie Z K)

STEVE GLEASON

Starlets' taxi driver
Author of "Valerie'
Loving and good father
Fighter for liberty.

Middle East expert
Eyes of bluegreen fire
Poetsoul of Isle of Eire
all saints' hagiography

No stars exist
where he ought to be
to outline his perfect form
No suggested symmetry
inside which to conform

He is unbounded joy
infinite space
He is living forever
He is love unlaced

He is Godward desire
Jesus' heart burning
Melted his yearning
In the father embraced

N AND M

If en and em make verbs from nouns
as in 'enjoy' and in 'embark'
and if love moves to verbs from
grounded nouns
as the rooted become winging larks
so N and M are synonyms for Lovers
... they are the first initials
of my mother

CRICKET CHOIRS

Cricket choirs
Concerts of toads
Solos by the nightingale
and the meadowlark

counterpointed by
the inexhaustible throat
in the song of the brook
and the bee's buzz
ambling through blooms amber

WILL TO JOY

Out of the caged
parakeet songs to the sun trill
Out of the men on the chain gang
pain made music spills
How much more should the free
to spread cheer love and joy.... will

ILLUSORY EPITAPH

Are all gravestone epitaphs
reductionist insults
to the infinite love
once caged in that body..

Whether it was in bud form
or blooms full blown
it is love
which now is free

BEYOND THE BLACKBERRY BRIERS

Beyond the blackberry briars
which bar barristers
and the wild rose thorned barriers
do blackbirds upwing

(upwinger: a word from F M Esfandiary,
Persian poet)

FORGIVE BECAUSE

He forgave all when
he realized that all lines
of every human being actor
were written by the
Divine Playwright

(sparked by Sai Baba's line
'the actor who slapped you on stage
waits behind the curtain to
congratulate you on your performance')

IS NEARLY EVERY PEARL PURLOINED?

Untimely ripped from the cloisters
of most innocent oysters
is nearly every
pearl
purloined?
The oyster suffers when the
pearl is made
and suffers more when
his lots are divided amongst others..
his jewelry stolen
his flesh consumed.

UNDER COVER

May and Mother Earth has
gone under cover
hiding herself neath fields
of daisy and clover

SLOW LEARNER III

Great poets have
tried to teach with levity
that rhythm and rhyme
are as important as brevity

THE SEA IS WAVING

The sea is waving.
Is it a hello or a goodbye?
It is up to each to decide.

HIVE OF MY HEART

In the hive of my heart, unstolen from bees, is stored my
infinite love for you.

LOVE NOT FORCE

Love not force rides the free horse

SOUNDS OF MANY WATERS

Rain drumming on the roof
but softly dripping
from the leaves
Frozen snow
soundless drops
Quiet the great river
flows near the sea.

Over stones the singing
brook
the waterfall's
constant roar
The lapping of the
boat rocked lake
Waves doing omkar
to the shore

(Baba said the waves
are ever engaged in omkar
or the repetition of Om))

WEAVER OF LEAVES

Oh God who weaves
evaporating leaves
and knits the mist
into fluffy clouds
rain now where
mercy calls for You
*
DAWN FRAMES

Dawn frames the ebony sky of night with
a pink fringe
*
CALLA LILY

Lovely leelas for every calla lily
has the Lord of Light
while the wind sings lullabies
to each lilac.. every eve and night

SOUND OF THE SEA

in the conch the sound of the sea
and endless pears contained in pear seed
in the tidal pool are caught the stars
in the eyes the light of God
*
NIGHT OUTS THE STARS

Night outs the stars. Each falls in love with his
own light, realizing he need no other.

WRITE'

One was a gifted playwright
Another performed
priestly rites
A third worked for
the underclass' rights
A fourth did
letters to prisoners write.

(to the extended family of
Jean and Joan Wright)