Poems

CONNECTED (on an empty chair)

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 05/11/2018 - 12:02

To Mike Boxhall and his tribe

There was a moment of silence,

and then, emptiness;

there was a time of silence,

and then, nothingness.

Submitted by Mike on Fri, 02/06/2017 - 11:35

i am relieved.

when

i see the feminine presence

in a man's eyes.

it means

he is a peace

i do not

have

bring to him.

----- ease

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:17

The Tide goes deep and deeper still.

Witness.

I do not hold, it has gone on.

Witness.

Here the pain. Not me to fix.

Witness. Ever deeper, where now the pain?

Witness.

All doing done, who holds who is held?

Awareness.

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:16

No beginning, only Process.

The Spirit reincarnates.

Birth and Life

The meeting of the unfolding and the experience.

Layer upon layer of delusion.

I have become I and forgotten.

Yesterday was and tomorrow will be-or so it seems.

No now.

Submitted by Mike on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 14:15

I have a metal bowl.

It was made by the latest in a lineage of such bowl makers.

It is empty, though the Ocean is in it.

If I strike it, it rings and that is useful.

I can put flowers in it, that is beautiful and that is useful but it wont ring.

My grand-son could pee in it and probably would and that would be useful but it wouldn’t ring.