poims wot i rote

Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik

Syzygy

poetry – I mean, who fucking has time for poetry? but,   there is a moment when the light hits you and you don’t feel separate   a radiance obliterating every atom and  purpose as you stand basking, blissful, desolate at the edge of the world

sacred tree of life
Posted on August 2, 2016 by Nik

saved by beauty

Our one world will be saved by beauty when we remember how to see with the eyes of a child into the golden heart of every living thing. We will feel deeply the earthly memories etched into the mountains of home the forgetfulness in the oceans heave, the forgiving

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Nik

Invitation of the Ancients

Lithe bodied,  we dance tall swaying arcs of verdure leaning into curved mists of space and aeons as heaving earth-body pulsing in tune,  exultant sun,  sultry moon we sink our roots,  feeling deep around you,  and swirl with wind,  and stars reaching,  we rise upon the long song,  of creation.

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Nik

The Return

Ekphrasis to Rilke’s Turning Point (below) letting all the deep rivers of the world – rush in / cracking open the quartz prism of your being – you surrendered – you no longer had a choice

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Nik

The One

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More

Posted on December 1, 2014 by Nik

Letting go

This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low  over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up  to kiss beyond  the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…

Posted on October 22, 2014 by Nik

ship in the night

(ghazal) I called to my lover pining, under the moon yet alone I remain waiting, under the moon Searching heavens deep, she is sailing mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon Bold round gate, to silver garden framing ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the Read More

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Nik
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equinoctial

Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I as from the north Read More

Posted on November 21, 2013 by Nik

Brenda reads one of mine…

 – start at 22m15s . . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound

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