Category: Poems
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Have I seen it?
I gave myself a name,I gathered all my days,Memories became my shelter,And I called that shelter me. I held on to experience,To everything I’d known,Thought kept building little housesSo it wouldn’t stand alone. [Pre-Chorus] Always moving, always seeking,Something certain, something still.But can thought ever find securityIn the stories that it builds? [Chorus] Have I seen…
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Oh little joy of me
Have you felt sorry for yourself all this time?Are you seeing the fog lift from the sky?Can you see the bright smile on my face? It says— I am grateful.I am grateful.I am grateful for your return. You,who have been a part of me for thirty years,have finally come back to me. Oh, warmth of…
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The warmth within me
The warmth, the kind, gentle feeling— Is it mine? This loving, caring nature— Is it mine? What is mine? What is “I”? Is there such a thing I can claim as “me”? Or was it the gentle caress of a loving mother,a gentle energy within my mind? Is God blessing me today,letting me know that…
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The Black Cat on the Lotus Leaf
On restlessness, and what happens when you stop fighting it. — Some mornings begin in the loop. You know the one. You wake up, the mind is already running, and before you’ve had a chance to breathe, you’re watching yourself watch yourself — aware of the restlessness, aware of the awareness, going in circles. This…
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The Writer Cat and the Curious Man
Pitter patter pat pat pit pit Rain falls on the grass The black cat who loves writing Continues this activity as if unaware of the rain Pitter patter pit pat Louder and louder the rain gets The cat still absorbed in his own world Is this flow? A bystander wondered As he stood heavily drenched…
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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Lock to break
I thought I’d lost the key,but keys are for thosewho still believe in locks. I could shatter this thing—one strike of will,one refusal to stay trappedin the museum of old love. The question isn’t where the key is.It’s whether I’m readyto pick up the hammer. And I get closer…
