Epistle
There are these elements and aspects of the sand painting that is my life:
Work, friendship, worship, love, sex, loss, women, men, Maia, my family,
Political questions, ethics, values, investment, expectation, reward,
Success, failure, accomplishment, mastery, longing, joy,
Engagement, stimulation, trepidation, the Word itself,
Fear, habit, breath, death, health, running, eating, other bodily functions,
Music, counting money, trying hard, not trying at all, giving a damn,
Being open, being hurt, helping, the unknown,
Housecleaning, laundry, dishes, cooking, shopping, driving,
Arranging baby sitters, writing, reading, shaving and showering,
Weighing myself, making love, talking to crows,
Seeing butterflies, horses, turtles, and birds in profuse array,
flying, scurrying, or dead in the highway.
I live my life.
I pay the bills.
I remember always the vast mystery I participate in,
This vast liveliness, this immense universe where goodness abounds,
Where illness, injury, depression, pain, and death stalk everyone inevitably.
Where by the greatest of luck, and some effort, I walk
my current, common, narrow, blessed, simple, single path.
Where hope, fear, fantasies, and realities whisper breezily about me.
Where time passes slowly and in the wink of an eye.
Where love that is strong one moment is faded the next.
The nonstop changing that I hold onto, adjust to, anticipate and hallucinate.
This is the peeling birch bark, snakeskin shedding, noon whistle time.
Understanding evolves. Understanding is illusion.
I am momentary. pleased, cautious, strong, ambitious, quixotic, romantic,
Thankful, awestruck, blissful, present, past, and future,
Changeless and forever, daily, divine, and never,
Before me, after me, regardless of me and mine.
We pause in the stream of life
The waters are rushing swiftly
We touch, smile at, and puzzle one another
We struggle against the current,
We follow the path of least resistance.
We are none of us the Grand Canyon, nor the Colorado River.
I have had occasion to love you.
November, 1976
POETRY
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Epistle
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Honored
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Meeting the Dead Poet
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion


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