# Poetry

Poetry can be a beautiful bridge between form and the formless.

Here is a great illustration of the power of poetry: The Alzheimers Poetry Project. This is a compelling radio piece I heard the other day, one I felt worth sharing.

“Curving back within Myself I create again and again. All this which exists, that comes into creation, is done by my authority, my command. “

—  Bhāgavad Gītā , Chapter 9 , 8th śloka

Selected poems through my ages; from my forthcoming collection, Möbius.

Moment

I have come to this place

through many oceans.

Countless tides have washed me

tumbling to the sacred shore.

I am eternal

yet every moment molds me.

I am the ocean

still each wave can sway me at its will.

Now this moment swells before me

fluid, frozen, wholly bright.

It lifts me with it to the light

the pinnacle of all that is no more.

I am face to face with a fellow traveler

come with dignity from another land;

Gifts borne lovingly, sheltered on their journeys,

gently placed in trust within our hands.

And now the journeys must continue

plying separate currents to a distant shore.

But when our sails again unfurl

billowing cloudlike round and full,

Know that the wind that drives these vessels

caresses us from a common source;

And every moment that rises to greet us

contains all gifts that have come before.

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Lost and Found

Look at us, we poets,

making love to our

words, ourselves,

with our hands

and our lungs,

from our loins;

lurching in

staccato

bursts toward

love lost like

Tantalus and

his apples.

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Vermont Nocturne

Put more wood on the stove.

A butterfly sits on my forehead.

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153 East 18th Street

Charles sat sweetly beneath the stair

that wound, in marble and iron,

up to the glorious must of mothers

come and gone;

stood sentinel, the greeter

of comings and goings.

Charles stirred silently in his chair,

moving motes like notes

of music hanging on

their light beam staff

that came from where,

beneath the rising steps?

Charles breathed longingly, I suppose,

the noises of the city

that strained in with the air

through the bronze grille

first into the foyer

and then to his lair.

Charles welcomed everyone

with great dignity and grace.

I wonder what circumstance

what twists of fate

brought him finally to rest there

within that place?

And so I sigh wistfully, among types of sighs,

feeling that textured time.

Now I can say I love you, old man;

I, the man who holds you in his mind,

the boy who holds open the door

of his heart for your comings and goings.

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Memories of the 3rd Avenue El

The clackety racket passing above

A haggard staggerer pissing below

True love

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Royal Appointment

Dearly Beloved

I drink you in with my breathing

And in the wearing of our voices

In harmonious song.

The floodgates are open.

You pour into me through every pore,

Rich in life and living;

I listen and you hear me.

Sit at my feet and learn

As you teach me who I am.

I stand naked and open

To the wisdom which we are.

Stay close. Be still. Silent.

Then burst forth into the world

With laughter and love.

Yes I should have known you were coming.

I had called out for you, after all.

I felt you swimming toward me

And knew you the instant you appeared.

No longer was I an artifact

Sitting dustily on my shelf.

With love you stole that platform of acquiescence

And thrust me into the merciful Void.

Assigned and assured so long ago.

Ever grateful I greet you

With open heart and warm embrace

Benediction benefaction beneficence

Home where I belong.

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Lost World

Oh, Himavan

I have scaled Thy lofty peaks

Embraced Thy snowy locks

Lay prostrate before Thee and

Kissed Thy lotus feet.

And yet, I had to walk away

To find You.

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Three in One

A vessel

For my cosmic love:

A magic chalice receiving

The best of me

Infinity

Flowing without surcease

Poured at once and whole

A clipper fast and sure

Plying swirling currents

Dancing past the reefs and rocks

Laughing at them all

And sailing out majestically

Exulting in my open sea

A conduit of precise design

Silently selflessly guiding

My cosmic love

Back to its Source

Back to my Self

My Cosmic Love

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Dharma Armor

Dharma armor

Is soft and smooth

No jagged edges

To catch or hinder

Dharma armor

Is strong and sharp

It cleaves the darkness

Like a sword

Dharma armor

Vanguard of time

River of Life

Dharma armor

Knows no foes

Live in Light

Dharma armor

Thunders forth

With pure sound

Becoming

Dharma armor

Is royally joyous

Like the warmth

Of sunlight

Dharma armor

Transforms the wearer

Who becomes the bearer

Of Dharma’s power

Dharma armor

Sanctuary and refuge

Envelops all who

Dare to wear

Dharma Armor

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