Paths, 1978 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Early morning unfurls Initial rays of sun, To touch and feel our world From distant horizon. O Newly Born! Conceived of Love, Into life you come This eternal morn. May you reach the stars In an abundance of light, Being as free as you are Until sunset becomes night.(more…)
The solar family Then welcomed Mercury Forcing the relocation Of brothers and sisters To the former orbits Of their older siblings (more…)
10 to 17 February Afternoons, 1977 - Second Edition NOW Available.
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It is now winter; The end— The beginning— And an avalanche of thought For everyone.(more…)
Paths, 1978 - Second Edition NOW Available.
Collected - New, a collection of all of the poems in one book - Available January 2013.
Become one with God in silence
And the Light will forever shine
To illumine each darkened day
With knowledge of our gifts divine.
When immersed in His eternal presence
The Life Immortal grows within,
Opening formerly locked doors
So as to view heaven’s stairway
To existence forevermore.
Love of God is the origin
Which sparks the needed diligence
To find centered in His doctrine
The divine flame which is our twin.
(more…)
Dream Fragment 19, 1995 - Second Edition NOW Available
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Leave all earthly belongings here, On this still familiar shore, And nakedly step into the water. The River of Forgetfulness Will permanently wash away All your acquired prejudice; Releasing worn out opinion And popular cancerous thought. (more…)
METAMORPHOSIS, 1989 - Second Edition NOW Available.
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The dead carcass that recently washed ashore Has been curiously gawked at from afar, Repulsively hovered over and stick-poked By clutching lovers and beachcombers alike. Each successive high tide pushes it further, To ultimately rest in odoriferous decay On river washed and surf polished stones For the seagulls, crows and various insects To greedily pick at in ceremonial feast. (more…)