Why I Study Zohar
For every delicate loving bird
there seems to be a dark stone
thrown at this precious creature.
For every loved, cherished child
there seems to be another – shaken,
beaten and wounded to continue
a cycle of darkness.
But with study & loving-kindness
i am trying to sell the world
to the young and broken
That they might take
God’s brush and paint a
sacred world with softness, compassion
And Light.
Enlightenment
Sitting in peace
I touch
Sleeping parabolas
Avoiding the icy wind
Of “reality”
Knowing
And feeling
That I am more,
I avoid icy wind
And so our house
Sparkles in gratitude
Finding
Loving silence
In urban expanse
Allowing
The ever changing
Breeze
To whistle
Through bone.
I know
That I am
Much more
Than atoms
As I move,
As if,
Without gravity
Rising above
An ecology
Of locks.
Blue water
Flies
Finding
Grass, spring trees
Leaving behind
A paradise
Of fugitive
Dust.
Altruism
Bella jumps repeatedly
As though she is
Watching
Private sparkling
Explosions
So I let her out
To run around
The messy yard –
She is excited
And amazed,
Barking and playing
Finding, perhaps,
Moonlight in
Early spring
Afternoon
Urban expanse,
Running back in
My arms,
Now, carefully
Prancing
As if avoiding
Imaginary
Splintered glass
Then, she jumps
On my lap
To help me
Write this poem.
She slides to the
Living room
Daylight deep
In old windows
Greeting
A homeless man
Who sings
In the street.
She glides back
To the office
Nudging my arm
Asking me
To watch this man
Who makes
Eye contact
With me
And has a hunger
For understanding
So I trip
Down awkward steps
To give him money
Before he gets away –
Still singing
His thanks
He leaves,
And I hope
He gets Something to eat –
I suppose
My heart
Is a misty
Rose
Worrying about him,
But perhaps
There is
Holiness
In eating alone –
A Zen Sort of peace
To mask
Loneliness.
Thunderclouds
Rumble up
The horizon.
Thinking
Of the man,
I almost cry,
As though I have
Marble arms.