The small might roll around
the handles of the big
but do not bet against the tide
overcoming the power
in the walls of brick and stone
I wrote a message
on the face of stone
just above where the tide retreated
in the morning
The face of stone
The flow of time
There is a surprisingly easy
flow of time
between the seamless slices
of itself
as though the apparent movement
had no direction or goal in mind
as if there were really
nowhere to go
Heal the loss of hope
There is no method to repair
the broken vision of the lost
the only force that can heal
the bitter parts is love
but love cannot be created
without the seed that waits
within the human heart
the love that heals the loss of hope
A figure emerges
A figure emerges
from the giant wind tunnel
of my life
the wind is blowing through me
as I move in and out of dreams
into the surface of where I am
the kettle has boiled
the tea is made
another day begins
The wall of ourselves
Does the clarity
we’ve all been seeking
come just before
or just after
we drive at one hundred miles
per year or was that per minute
into the brick wall
we didn’t see
or that we ourselves created
and placed as a target
in front of us
is the answer to this question
of vital significance
or meaningless
when we greet the great wall
of ourselves
and become truly alive
or truly dead
Writers block
Without warning
the flood becomes a drought
overnight
I can’t remember the taste
of rain
The arbutus tree
The winter bare arbutus
stands on a rocky knoll
above the forest
gazing to the sky
while the distant mountain
reaches deep into the ground
Waterfall
A never ending flow
of tomorrows
come rolling down the waterfall
towards me
I am every one of them
A never ending sea
of todays
are floating in every direction
around me
You are every one of them
A never ending call
of yesterdays
can be heard behind me
All the voices cry out
this one this one this one
Stumbling to joy
I am not lost in the comfort
of the round and smooth
I can build with the challenge
of jagged edges
and their unpredicted angles
my hands are reaching for the size
to fill the empty spaces
in the hungry future
my steps have stumbled
on the path from fear to joy
my heart has found a way
School
When I went to the school
of who is it you are
they gave me a mirror
but I looked the other way
I went to the school
of where have you been
they gave me a map
but I looked the other way
I went to the school
of how far can you fly
they took me to the top
of the mountain
and I flew to the ground
of where I am now
I went to the school
of what can you feel
I looked in my heart
and I fell to the ground
of where I am now
I went to the school
of what do you fear
I picked up the mirror
and I looked in my heart
and I fell to the ground
of where I am now
I went to the school of love
daninmaya 