dreams
mine are vivid
brought on my insomnia
helped
by
medication
and tend to dream of people whom
I know
or knew back then
and
back then was now and is now
in the experience
details
and personalities made up
with
guesses at responses
and typically there’s wandering
place to place
or
to look out in the distance sometimes
and sometimes
to see
as one might see in dreams
light upon a ridge
who knows
a city
on a hill
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stand as it’s delivered
look at the yellow
paling
the blue
pasteling green branches look lighter
too
and if we’re waking take it easy
while impulsively receiving
everything that
happens
stand as may
as all the selections might
in
the paint-washed and more sensoral day
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see and taste
can and may
the light is back
spring flowers
now
seen
red in the distance
small white palms just outside
the window
offering
like open hands
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Psalm 34:8
photo by Aamyr on Unsplash
Spring in Kashmir.
some peace
some peace
please
some warmth though
let there be shade
some cool
as well
simple things
how does it go
a loaf
of bread
a jug of wine
maybe some cheese by good
negotiations with
some cows
and
who knows where we are
near a tree
under an arch
inside
in an acceptable place
and share
words of someone else
perhaps
and stories of our
own
we eat
drink
hope for the same tomorrow
in love regard the new day
the same
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A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (translated)
“Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!”
from Isaiah 22 (also translated)
photo by Mason Dahl on Unsplash
from the anchorite cell
don’t call me Norwich for I might be a north witch
I don’t like the world
and it doesn’t like me
it didn’t like me first
for I would go into it
to find pleasure
and
the promise of creation
the world tried to rape me
got closer than it should have
and then
the mistrust became a crystal thing
or a diamond
and I became the crystal
faceted
and fragile
and what is left for me
escept to escape the planet
living in a place of peace
perhaps
unfallen
and it
take me in
I suppose
such a world is heaven
since I’m not on other planets
and can’t go
and could not consider
for
the barricaded might that would keep me out
and back on Earth
the wicked Earth
and yet for six days it was good
and us
and then the rest
and then outcast
and all the generations to ruin everything
and
we find old interesting
for archaeology
yet
isn’t what is found a record
of the same way we behaved
back then
and yet to look on an artifact
and believe
they had hopes
and
they tried
the first owners in their origins
wanting
good lives
if
at first and finally
some sense in having been both made
and placed
but
today I could not help them
and I would look on their records
not with disdain
but
forlorn
for all they must have tried
and who brought them down instead
because
so that
their parts of Earth were cursed
maybe from the start
maybe a plan
at
least a possibility
in Eden
and what is left of me
can breathe and function
only
if I’m undiscovered by the strong
to capture and
to
torture me
as have my peers
if any
been captured and scoured of body
and of spirit
and what does the servant of Job say
but that
only I am left
to tell
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Julian of Norwich (c. 1343), also known as Juliana of Norwich, the Lady Julian, Dame Julian or Mother Julian, was a medieval English Catholic anchoress. Her writings, now known as Revelations of Divine Love, are the earliest surviving English-language works attributed to a woman. They are also the only surviving English-language works by an anchoress.
(excerpt from Wikipedia with a little bit of adapting
the poem is a fictional account of no one in particular)
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Norwich
two poems, rather confessional (maybe more in the classic sense of apology as an explanation or defense or maybe I’m expressing sorrow, too, maybe all around)
can’t
I can’t get what I want
can’t
get no satisfaction
there’s a song by the Beatles
too
that when they sing and in the video they’re always
running and
I know the song but can’t remember it
just now
running where
and do we know watching them
and
do they know if only in character
or is it only the running
for
entertainment all that
matters
pacific
not going to church again
I ruined it by
not
sleeping and I don’t know how much trying
to lie down and forced back up by
sickness from the place
and
well
from
me
and so I feed my doubts and maybe God
is with me
on my side with having doubts
while
still affirming
still
loving me and maybe welcoming
my soul
I mean
I’ll go to church
I’ll
simply do it in the homey way
literal as I have been
going since mornings have been hard
with insomnia from
the illnesses
and
by in these I mean mistreatments
the probably of what I want
on Earth
when more often I’d just as
soon not wanting anything but here I am
and human
by
which wanting is fine
is good
as long we don’t twist or untwist the ways we think
when thinking low
is
the way to get what’s wanted
created desire
after all
and given with all pleasures
and
good
dreams even good wishes
in
there somehow as we
have been made
and
are loved throughout
ambition
goals
humor
sex
humorous
sex
they’re all fine in their created state
approved and to have and share
express and own
well
co-own really
that’s the best
now
who am I and what I want that’s
all right because maybe
I can have
it
as you should have yours
the co-created things you have and
also desire to
go after
well
and I don’t know for you but
I am older and rather
classically
sick
and tired
and cannot do so much and so
must compromise
will
and will
you know
and so
well
I will
I know I want some peace
sometimes I think
more than
love
though peace is a form of love
when hale
not
to bother
or be bothered
is what I have been
thinking
which is not a bid for isolation as much
as a wish for style
and
how to greet and interact
with
others
even in prayer
as God
might have it
might
take me
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(“A Hard Day’s Night” and I attended church on line)
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Crystal Cove State Park, California, USA
by the Merton prayer
I’m sorry
I still
don’t know what
to do
at least Merton when he confessed in prayer
was
somewhere where he struggled
yet
three squares and community
and not in jail
but in a place enclosing faith so it might
expand
by life and learning
as two gospel causes
in
the contending world
and
I want some peer-feeling
too
if a guess that it is good to be here
knowing there are others if
only for presence
even
guessed at
and that we’re praying for each other
more so for the world
all
the time
rule the nation by prayer
as mocked in the play
and
yet self-fule and group-rule founds
the way
after will and training or
simply kneel to
ask
about whatever’s happening and
may your will
be done and mine
by yours
so sigh
yes
I’d like a group for this
and closer in
I’d like to know what would please you
by me
and then me to be it
and to do it
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Thomas Merton’s prayer that begins
“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
. . .”
the comment about ruling by prayer is in A Man for All Seasons
photo by Alessandro Guarino on Unsplash
"Silhouettes at the Edge of the Sea"
Strangers pause on a whitewashed platform jutting into the Mediterranean as the last light of day bleeds orange across the horizon. A quiet moment between people and the infinite — somewhere along the Ligurian coast, Italy.
Nervi, Genoa, Metropolitan City of Genoa, Italy
prompt that was illusion
illusion into prompt
I looked at this
and saw
a stone valley
with fossils of an oasis
skeletons
or
trees
and it’s a close-up of
the elephant
eye
in the center
and have we noticed how
lovely are the curves
of
eyelashes
gray
lines
curved
and some seem broken
maybe that is age
or
by design or how age
is designed
a marvel of reality
made for itself
and
for our wonder
if
we may impose the will of
the designer
and as I might see so well
and
given to touch instead
I’d have a part in that old story
I
suppose
of
how is the pachyderm
depending
on the senses and conclusions of
beholders
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(actually, I was looking for a picture of a boat when I was struck by enigma of the photo above)
photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
the job
the love of God
through framing blue and green
by
making branches
giving these
the job
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