Psalm 12
Psalm 12 You are the eyes of midnight You gather here tonight Beyond the chime of black & white You are my saving light The eye of hawk & owl & dove Are wedded in your love The eye of…
Psalm 11
Psalm 11 I love the way your tiny pieces touch fingers as they parachute, like confetti, among the roses & the generous arrival of quail with their green pea paper-pecking ways & general nod of agreement as the whole garden…
Psalm 10
Psalm 10 the night the lightning flashed & the struck-tower of my life fell i discovered afresh, the lightning-hurler smiling from the cradle of my shaken heart i have come to love this feisty little Zeus ever-creative in the sand-clock…
Psalm 9
Psalm 9 By slow descent By ladder lost I make my way No matter cost To river mouth To primal shore Gather runes A poet’s door To ride upon The impossible wave The burning Word My heart obeys Till balance…
Psalm 8
Psalm 8 For the Self is the Stone & The Fruit of the Self Is Authenticity Courage Creativity Depth Embodiment Earthiness Vitality Passion Audacity Vision Reverence Resourcefulness Connectivity Originality Insight Humanity Heartfullness Presence Integrity & Fun Such is the Fruit…
Psalm 7
Psalm 7 I know nothing Of Crazy-Man-Mad River Rising Tumbling Boiling Surging Mine is the knowledge Of fins & gills & tail & Every Natural Thing & How To Be Balanced Easy Behind Big Rock At One with the Great…
Psalm 6
Psalm 6 I turn my back on all that tempts me to write Any poem, but this poem, fluttering like a white dove Toward the face, unexpectedly present In a line of Greek poetry Randomly selected to begin the day…
Psalm 5
Psalm 5 when you asked me: ‘why don’t you go to church?’ i spoke of the wild ‘something’ that rose in my dreams mercilessly confronting my every falsity… stripping me, layer by incremental layer with its inflexible word… ‘time to…
Psalm 4
Psalm 4 i know she will never open to a half hearted man but (perhaps) may consider an earthy fool – a man whose word becomes his word – who knocks at the door of her shrine led by heart’s…
Psalm 3
Psalm 3 I never knew, Kotuku, my feet were made of clay Till I lost you, my Kotuku, that dark & bitter day I lived a lie, began to die, lost my beloved friend So all alone, I sank like…