Friday, May 27, 2011

Spark And Remnant

There is the space within me
where there is nothing

The silent spark
and remnant nestles in
a point of my heart
still hanging unattached

elemental point
Temple of temples
Holy of holies
need I say it again


The abbey
is within me
my truth resides there too
living out from in

It's not the rule
which makes the monk
it's the monk
which makes the rule

What rule
directs the birds to sing
what purposes known but to them
what given beauty do they bring
in voice to break the silence

Saturday, May 7, 2011


Do we prefer guilt over healing to avoid the painful cleaning of our wounds?