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Maestro
My friend, you are for me a special teacherof things that I could never learn from books,though others see in you a different feature,that I see too: the cuteness of your looks. You’ve cleared my mind when it’s been veiled … Continue reading
Miriam Dream
A meditator’s mantra,“Om Mani Padme Hum,”transforms within a dreamto be “Oh Miriam.” “Mmmm Mm Mmmm,” a hummingbird’s hum,becomes, “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Miriam.” Three syllables add up,infinity their sum,a musical summation,Mi ‒ ri ‒ am. “Mmmm Mm Mmmm,” a hummingbird’s … Continue reading
Gorgeousness Absorption
Beneath tall trees, I bask in dappled lightthe morning sun relays between the leaves,the city forest’s loveliness a sightmy consciousness with gratitude receives. My mind, as if a sponge, has porousness,so I soak in, absorbing gorgeousness. Not only through my … Continue reading
Sequoia Missive
My thoughts that occupythe space within my headare tiny when comparedto your coniferous spread, Yet on the day I sawyour growth that would amaze,I’d lost my sense of awewithin a thinking maze. My monumental paranoiais dwarfed by you, divine Sequoia. … Continue reading
Menagerie
We’ve held hands through a downpour and a blizzard,but when I’m out would you care for my lizard?Our friendship ship is like the ark of Noah,But would you, my best buddy, watch my Boa?Others whom I’ve asked have hollered, “Heck, … Continue reading
Inner Tree
I’ve loved the rootednessof fingers intertwined,romantic lovelinessof lives that grow combined,and wondered how I couldsurvive stripped of such roots,and haven’t understooda tree without pursuits: The tree within my chest,that blossoms with each breath,the tree with which I’m blessedroots me within … Continue reading
Foliage Volition
The fallen leaves were running down the streetas if they had somewhere they wished to go.They seemed to sprint although they had no feet,away from branches where they used to grow. Though we may have free-will, at times it seemswe’re … Continue reading
Breakup Rap
She smashed my heart to smithereens,my heart was pulverized.She blasted it as though it werean ocean vaporized. She whipped it with her final words,a textual assault,and vilified me so she felther onslaught was my fault. She shot the love I … Continue reading
Umbilical Soliloquy
The doctor said that I should be abortedbecause my mother’s body had been strained,as she’d just given birth, could not afford it,as exile whose resources were drained. But she refused to follow his advice,so I took shape within her womb … Continue reading
Dwellings
My home was a burrowand hers was a nest.We dwelled in them bothand felt ourselves blessed. But she was the homefor which I felt meant,my burrow no moreto me than a tent: The homes made of walls,when push comes to … Continue reading
Snapshot Couplets 