"When I am In Love I am ashamed of all I have said about love.
Although a commentary in words makes many things clear.
yet wordless Love is clearer and more illuminating.
Like the pen which was busily writing
until it came to Love, then it split and shattered."
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- Ode to Things
- A Thanksgiving lesson or two
- all wifi all the time
- I feel hungover
- back in the pool
- to market to market
- Claude Debussy
- we need darkness to emerge into order (out of chao...
- I missed my star
- It was an awesome movie
- Live from SFMOMA
- freckles!
- I want a chamois towel
- In a Dark Time
- Is Caltrain part of the police state?!
- Open House by Ted Roethke, poet
- we know the world's gone mad
- marmalade is tasty & maple runs in the spring, right?
- another Kiefer influence. . .
- I fumble, I stumble, one of my first poems
- OK: I'm going pink
- in the mind of westerners
- as rumi says . . .
- a mini-triathlon?
- today has become tomorrow
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