Thursday, November 29, 2007


In the shade beside
a plastic sheeting hut he
lays a sick woman


Thursday, November 22, 2007


ants crowd
under the hibiscus:
snake's broken shell


Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Wasn't it joyous when
he held me to discover
like nobody dared before?

He took off all my clothes
and kissed me the first Eve:
made my world Eden

shaking senses with touch
he filled my being with love--
life changed forever

we were earth and sky
in embrace one soul
in sleep dreamt together

awake he made me aware
of my feminity
made me find my nest

escaping myself
I felt his stength, the man
became unity

how can I live without
the smell of his skin, my man
he leads me to bliss


composed on 25 October 1992)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


The word is not God
but the mind creates it
after its own image

the memories of patterns
the illusions and longings
the desires that become truth--

gods gurus and books
overload and hold freedom
to face fear and find

the real reality
untainted by magical
moments that self limit

within deeper recesses
undo psychic structures
the lusts of ages

and be completely quiet:
grow outside the known, without
thought, without withdrawing

when seeking nothing
experiencing nothing--
stillness becomes divine


Monday, November 12, 2007


Naphthalene smell
oozes from the sweater--
fourth November



Between bare branches
two pigeons share shilence:
All Hallows' Day


Friday, November 9, 2007


Noisy parrots
returning to the tree:
sut set early


Sunday, November 4, 2007


He thinks he has achieved a feat
seeking security through division
but the fear haunts and thought multiplies
the problem the gap between

what is and what may be
the itch inside the skin
the memories of lovemaking
and routine pleasures now nightmare

with chemical change in blood and nerves
licks the tulip in drawing room
and thinks thoughtlessly mindlessly
inflicts more pain to himself