Posted on February 26, 2009 by Nik

Turning point (Wendung)

The road from intensity to greatness passes thro sacrifice — Kassner For a long time he attained it in looking. Stars would fall to their knees beneath his compelling vision. Or as he looked on, kneeling, his urgency’s fragrance tired out a god until it smiled at him in its sleep. Towers he would gaze Read More

Posted on December 14, 2008 by Nik

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your womb tonight. Read More

Posted on October 21, 2008 by Nik

Wild Geese

[audio:http://www.intothedialectic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/wild_geese.mp3] Mary Oliver, Selected Poems

Posted on May 21, 2008 by Nik

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Read More

Posted on November 22, 2007 by Nik

the poetess

click play button to hear this poem: as I begin to read your poems their power enters my body. Your faithful, deep feeling words slip through my unsuspecting skin. I feel them enter my bruisey heart as air enters my lungs. there is an affinity. I dive into the pool. it takes me a dreamworld Read More

Posted on August 1, 2007 by Nik

The Wise Dog

One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog. And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded him not, he stopped. Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and looked upon them and said, “Brethren, pray ye; and when ye Read More

Posted on July 22, 2007 by Nik

Where Everything is Music

[quicktime width=”240″ height=”170″]http://www.niksnexus.net/media/tuck.mov[/quicktime] Looking like he just stepped out of period Versailles – eccentric virtuoso, ghostly pale, long slender fingers, curly locks – Tuck strutted and Patti scatted and we sat on the grass at the ocean’s edge, listening and that was cool – didn’t reach down into my soul or anything, but it was Read More

Posted on June 25, 2007 by Nik

last night

Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street. I took it as a sign to start singing, falling up into the bowl of sky. The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere. Nothing else to do. Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass, and fall towards the glassblower’s breath. this is half moon Read More

Posted on March 30, 2007 by Nik

In the center of the earth I will push aside

In the center of the earth I will push aside the emeralds so that I can see you— you like an amanuensis, with a pen of water, copying the green sprigs of plants. What a world! What deep parsley! What a ship sailing through the sweetness! And you, maybe—and me, maybe—a topaz. There’ll be no Read More

Posted on March 21, 2007 by Nik

The soul, like the moon,

The soul, like the moon, is new. and always new again. And I have seen the ocean continuously creating. Since I scoured my mind and my body, I too, LaIla, am new, each moment new. My teacher told me one thing, Live in the soul. When that was so, I began to go naked, and Read More

Posted on March 10, 2007 by Nik

I live my life in growing orbits

I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last, but that will be my attempt. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am Read More

Posted on January 14, 2007 by Nik

Sublime Generosity

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star. He said, “You’re not mad enough. You don’t belong in this house.” I went wild and had to be tied up. He said, “Still not wild enough Read More

Posted on November 28, 2006 by Nik

Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. This one time upon the earth, let’s not speak any language, let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be a delicious moment, without hurry, without locomotives, all of us would be together in a sudden uneasiness.

Posted on November 11, 2006 by Nik


The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all the other stars in the loneliness. We’re all falling. This hand is falling. And look at the other Read More

Posted on November 11, 2006 by Nik

My Garden

Holding its sky tightly in its arms, the cloud, wrapped in its cold, damp sheepskin. The garden of leaflessness, is alone, day and night, with its pure, forlorn silence. Its instrument the rain, its anthem the wind. Its clothe is the cloak of nakedness. And should it need a garment other than this, the wind Read More

Posted on November 10, 2006 by Nik

from Savitri – Sri Aurobindo

And love is a yearning of the One for the One, And beauty is a sweet difference of the Same And oneness is the soul of multitude. http://www.savitribysriaurobindo.com/completeText.htm

Posted on October 28, 2006 by Nik

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” T.S. Eliot

Posted on October 11, 2006 by Nik

“But how shall we bury you?” “Any way you like,” said Socrates, “that is if you can catch me and I don’t slip through your fingers.” –PHAEDO, The Last Days of Socrates

Posted on October 11, 2006 by Nik

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise. All the rain of heaven may fall into the sea — without love, not one drop could become a pearl.

Posted on October 11, 2006 by Nik

The Pomegranate

Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.” Then another seed spoke and said,

Posted on October 11, 2006 by Nik

The Madman

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen — the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives — I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,

Posted on October 10, 2006 by Nik

I said to my soul

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you Read More

Posted on October 10, 2006 by Nik

From A Thousand Chinese Dinners

From a thousand Chinese dinners, one cookie: Good fortune in love, also a better position. So much for both. Too many humorless people Who can’t believe that God could have made the cunt. Maybe he didn’t make it. Maybe hydrogen Made nitrogen and one thing led to another. Some hold that early man stumbled upon Read More

Posted on October 9, 2006 by Nik

Where Everything is Music

Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole worlds harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the Read More

Posted on April 28, 2006 by Nik

Blossom -Mary Oliver

In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire, their satisfaction. What we know: that time chops at us all like an iron hoe, that death is a state of paralysis. What we long for: joy before death, nights in the swale – Read More

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