Thursday, June 26, 2014

The Dove That Came Ten Days Ago

by Matt Sise

A dove came to me last night
It landed on my hand without a fight.
Its plumage opened my eyes; its cooing lifted my heart
It's leaving, and now I realize that I can't stand to be apart.
So I ran outside and followed its flight to the place where it lands
Steady at first, then I leapt with all my might and grasped it in my hands.
I had it - it was mine forever more.
I would never be without the joy of the night before.
The reaction I got was not what I need
It pecked me, It didn't hurt, but I did bleed.
As the blood flows from where my hand met its beak
My love becomes strong but my body weak.
My last act is to free the dove to chase the wind
My body gets stronger even though I'll never see the dove again.
Every night I leave the window open for the dove
Several come, but none are the one I really love.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Wave of Being

When the wave knows that its ground of being is water,
it overcomes all fear and sorrow.

Thich Nhat Hanh - Introduction to Thomas Merton's Contemplative Prayer

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Skin Hunger

by Elliot

There we all sat
just us friends,
the television blaring its frames
     of Fastimes at Ridgemont High
     We all laughed.
     Inside we were crying.

     Years we had been in touch,
     yet none of us had ever felt
                                   so much
     as the cotton or mesh
     covering our flesh.

The cake was cut,
the champagne poured,
its bubbles making us
     high.
     We all acted crazy.
     Inside we felt stupid.

     Years we had greeted each other,
     yet none of us knew
                                    one another
     past the colored hair
     or make-up and wear.

There we all sat
when two of us broke the barrier
and held each other
     in our arms.
     They all whispered.
     Inside they were jealous.

     Years it's what they longed to do,
     yet none of them could break through
                                          the wall
     of inhibition and shame
     imprisoning the touch and desire's flame.

I pass by him
in the halls.
We turn our heads
     ashamed of our
     cracked wall, which we patch up
     by saying
     nothing.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Inukshuk Italia

An inukshuk is a stone landmark or cairn built by humans and used by the Inuit and other peoples of the Arctic region of North America.

In the Inuit language, inukshuk  (which is the singular of inuksuit), means "in the likeness of a human." They are monuments of unworked stone that the Inuit use for communication and survival. Their traditional meaning is "Someone was here" or "You are on the right path."

For more information on inukshuk, visit The Inukshuk Gallery.

An Inukshuk in Italy by Tori Shaffrey

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Birthday

by Kat Comer

Hidden in fertile darkness
Gathered in moon's semen
I ripen
broken by sorrow
a dark seed gathering
rainfall and shadow
I shed the cover of years
am virgin
once more.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Welcome to My House

Vintage Coffee Poster from AllPosters & the Best Birthday Gift Ever

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Bhavacakra

Wheel of Life - Wheel of Cyclic Existence

In the Mahayana Buddhist tradition, it is believed the drawing was designed by Buddha Shakyamuni, himself. It depicts all of the environments of samsara (illusory existence) and all of the beings who inhabit them (illusory bodies) within the clutches of the Lord of (illusory) Death. 
It also reveals the complete path to liberation.

This rendition is by the artist, Andy Weber.


Make effort to destroy the cycle of suffering.
Enter the path to liberation.
Abandon all delusions
and learn to cherish others.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Résumé

by Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Death by Rose

By Matt Sise

If I die I want a rose to cause my death
Because that would be the loveliest way to leave
Its beautiful fragrance would suffocate my breath
The thorns could prick me and make me bleed
And as the roses tore me apart
I would scream, "I'm the one with luck"
Outside they were laughing, but in their heart
They knew with their boring deaths they were stuck
As I left this life and started anew
I looked ahead to the future and enjoyed the past
I know that no matter what I do
My next life won't be the last

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Set a New Course



Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the peace of God.

A Course in Miracles - Original Text, Workbook and Manual can be found by clicking this link.