Summer Night
after “Summer Night” Antonio Machado
A beautiful summer night.
Wind flurries in the hand’s of this girl.
Barefoot, dreaming of
streams of green branches beneath water,
of a large deserted square,
where a fountain is filled with pennies and
a granite boat half immersed and streaming too,
while tracing the black shadows of night landing on wristwatches.
Symmetrically, on other side of […]

Lachrymatory
after “Lachrymatory” Rainer Maria Rilke
Others hold pomegranites, others hold the wine.
Here, where time has passed through the holes in leather bags
And fallen out of horse carriages passing by, I come to meet you.
Older than myself, still with stories I do not know, I know still
the chicha grows richer, and the wristwatch more succint.
You tell me […]

Summer Baskets
Empty baskets sit on the shore
ready to be released down the current
of the East River. Lists have been made
for what shall be cast off before the change
of season. Someone’s mother said
there are guns inside of the stones. Cast them off,
before they begin to roar-
Are you tired now? Are you sleeping?
The […]

QUOTES FROM THE DALAI LAMA in CENTRAL PARK, Sunday, Sept. 20, 2003
We are one human being, regardless of differences in color, or faith, we arethe same.
I have nothing to offer…just some lavalavalalala…just that way. Yousay, ‘What is this person talking about?’ If you have interest, listen, ifyou don’t, look at something else.
We all […]

“More compassion automatically opens our inner self,” he said. “Too much self-centered attitude closes our inner door.”

Midnight Cab
Cinnamon, my hands taste of this.Heat. Open your hands and press themAgainst this skyline dress.Like this:Hierophant with his two fingers Holding up thisSummer nightHolding the buttercupBeneath your chin;Your body is as yellow asThe sun inside the flower.These hands are yours,Are at the beck and callOf the violin and the flute.Laying down in the backseatOf […]

Lucky Gate Wheel
I openthe luckygatein the east.TheBuddhacutherhairwhensherememberedhervow.

Magic Body Wheel
Who is your archetype deity?Who will you place in the lenseat the center of your forehead?If you meditate longand carefully,she will appearin pure Magic Body.This is an illusion,do not try to reach outand touch her.She will disappearafteryou have proven yourself.Contemplate her.Do this untilher imagedissolvesin your mind’s eye.Dissolve the thoughtthat perceivesthe dissolution.When you have […]

Varanarsi
India July 2001
I’ve written a slow book of love. A lazy silk cloth moving down river. This is not the method of loneliness or of rainfall during high tide. I am not dropping sweets into the river for the dead. Watch the crow’s ascension in the air, and you will understand […]

Bull Wheel
To reach youI must use bells.Thread themto my shouldersand my toes.Thread themto the braiddown my back,to my fingerswho write,“This is the land ofthe apricot jewel.This is the snow capitalof raging bulls.”