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
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…
(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
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
Last DJ foray into the jungle of laughing barefoot dancing fools: hit the play button or[ddownload id=”1996″] Dancejam 8 – 24May2014 by Beatnik9 on Mixcloud
No one can be certain the body is not a plant created by the earth to give a name to its desires – Lucien Becker
“A helping Hand-book for victims of Follies of Youth” A numinous gem found in the library of the Maha Mantra Meditation Hall – a Hare Krishna temple in Penang, Malaysia, where I stayed for a brief spell back in 1990. At that time, this was a marvellous place to meet wild, free spirited travellers looking Read More
by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle– Why not I with thine?
Rabindranath Tagore, timeless poetic meanderings after my own restless heart (forsooth) “Where roads are made I lose my way. In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track. The pathway is hidden by the birds’ wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons. And I ask Read More