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mesaj 22 12 2005 - 15:12
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Confused

Now is back then,
Was something I looked forward for tomorrow
And tomorrow is yesterday
I am what I was
Then.
Love is within reach
For tomorrow,
I grabbed it yesterday and
Tomorrow may be better than what I had
Yesterday.
But yesterday,
May be all
I have.

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mesaj 22 12 2005 - 15:16
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Meditation with my little group on 2/20/2003

Giving makes me feel good
Generosity and unselfishness are
The essence of my true being.
Peace comes from not attaching to things
Giving them to more deserving than me.
Keeping the essence of my true being
To myself
Selfishly.

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mesaj 22 12 2005 - 15:17
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War Meditation

Breathing on the War,
Blowing on the flames,
Being the flames.

Breathing in the flames,
Breathing out the flames.

A dragon has a circular image
Of its own delusions
Just like war.

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mesaj 22 12 2005 - 15:26
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Bitter Tastes

Accept what you don’t believe
As an offer of Peace
Bitter tastes revolt the palate
Logic infuriates people
And Truth
Even more so-
If you had a single ounce of
Moral fiber
You would have known that every truth about order in universe
Is the fabrication of time.

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mesaj 23 12 2005 - 13:34
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Lıve and Die

Make a fist
Tighten your knuckles hard
Push your fingernails into your palm

Open your hand
Relax your fingers
Look at your palm

Now you live
Now you die

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mesaj 24 12 2005 - 19:54
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Dolphins

Growing up with elaborate lies
I am suspicious of many delights.
But, these two
Come and go as they wish
With no motive but to please
Only the pure in heart.

Breathing in
As they jump up
Breathing out
As they jump down
They live in two different worlds at once
Meditating all their time
Preciousness of the life.

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mesaj 26 12 2005 - 03:32
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Leonardo’s Portrait of Cecilia Gallerani

Che-chilia of chestnut eyes and Irish skin
With pride of youth,
Dignity of a noble neck and
Incomparable sweetness of
A glance,
A barely visible smile
Or, is it contempt of an unworthy lover
That the ermine sneers at?

Whatever the lips are hiding
Ignores the vast longing of hunger for
Love in the eyes.
I loved you for five hundred and thirteen years
Even though we have only met today.
You are too young to enter an old man’s bedroom
Che-chilia.
Where were you when I first painted you?

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mesaj 26 12 2005 - 15:56
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BABY FACE

Where have I seen these eyes of sweet honey before?
The deep contour of the cheek that
Starts from slightly above the nose
And goes down, making a gentle curve on the right
To pass the invisible upper lip,
The three lower teeth, as tiny as
Three grains of rice,
All the way down to the barely visible chin
Forming a broad happy smile
In the upper curve of the lower lip
Pale red in front of the white teeth.
Cheeks full of sweet milk,
Translucent as if ready to be consumed by
The hunger of a love bite.
The portrait of a happy smile,
Sprinkled with my soul.
A big ear in the back listening
To the invisible melody of trust.
The intelligent forehead
Shining above the Mona Lisa eyebrows
In indefinable shadows
Below sparse golden hair of prophets.


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mesaj 30 12 2005 - 19:26
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INSOMNIA

Ghosts of uncompleted deeds
Why don’t you leave me in peace?
Why do you stare me in the eye?
Haven’t you seen a fool before?
Let me finish this
Please!
And go on my way.

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mesaj 30 12 2005 - 20:07
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To Carl Gibson’s memory

WET BIRDS DON’T FLY AT NIGHT

Not much sense to push up
When wild beasts eat your pride
It is good to remember,
“Wet birds don’t fly at night.”

Overwhelmed and alone
Even her smile looked dark,
It is good to remember,
“Wet birds don’t fly at night.”

When you see all you have
In an alcoholic haze,
Hard to imagine the light
In Rembrandt’s face.

When you are full of anger
Betrayal doesn’t matter
It is good to remember,
“Wet birds don’t fly at night.”

When you pulled the trigger
In the old barn’s heart
Friends still remember,
“Wet birds don’t fly at night.”

Sweet Jesus, your secrets are our secrets
We seek the same light.
Why could you not remember?
“Wet birds don’t fly at night.”

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mesaj 31 12 2005 - 00:30
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HORSE STATUES

Skin wrapping around and around
In rhythmic procession
Like baroque.
Strips of long steel bands
Covering the torso
Of running, standing and sitting horses.
Essence of a horse is not in its spirit
But in the fluid movements of its steel heart.


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mesaj 31 12 2005 - 14:18
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THE OLD CELL PHONE

They say it is too old
I say she is only three.
They say they don’t make it anymore
I say they don’t need to do.
They say it is too big.
I say it is perfect.
What happens to your old cell phone when she dies?
You cannot grieve her like your dear old dead friend.
You might as well enjoy her like your own mom
Before her last breath.

You know which buttons to push
Blindfolded
But, you don’t have to.
There is plenty of light
Where there is breath.

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mesaj 31 12 2005 - 23:36
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SUDDEN ANGER

Up close and personal disturbances of my mind
Getting in the way
Of your way
Steaming out my chest
Causing havoc
Among
Unadmitted, Unknown, Untold
Devious manipulation.

My art exceeding my craft
My craft
Nothing more than breath
After breath
After my own steaming breath.

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mesaj 31 12 2005 - 23:37
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SUDDEN JOY

To look at a smile like that
And be able to feel the cold?
Not sexy or innocent
Not friend or foe
Not the color of eyes.
Just a moment in heart
The giver filled her cup.

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mesaj 31 12 2005 - 23:39
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SUDDEN DISAPPOINTMENT

Heart took for granted
Unreciprocated.
Fall from abyss
Didn’t kill.

Trepidatition untold
Self-esteem lost
Hurt did not reach heart.

Alone beat her chest
Breathless for one more chance
Hope will forget.

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mesaj 05 01 2006 - 20:43
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STONE

Difference between right and wrong?
How do stones get along?
Stone over stone
Pyramid, wall, home.

Hurricane, war, earthquake
Don’t ingratiate
With the rightful stone.

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mesaj 09 01 2006 - 19:19
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DANCE OF THE PENGUINS

Prison walls of fear
Rise up high
In the cold, cold cellars of our human mind.
To be left out in the cold alone- or,
Leaving your newborn baby with your mate
To an uncertain fate.
Enormity of the life facing a frail creature
Confronting the terrifying nature
In fragile circumstance-
Every nightmare of the human being
Is faced to make a living
By the Emperor Penguin.

Using a science unknowable to us,
They walk, they slide, they fall
And occasionally succumb,
Half blind, half dumb,
To the ultimate sacrifice
On the cold Arctic ice.

Their little steps cover the vast space
From water’s edge to their birthplace.
From all directions they arrive
At their meeting place.
Their destiny awaits them on thick ice.
Their journey may be slow,
But, it is precisely timed for the search.
One does not forget his birthplace,
And his mother’s face.
The penguin has to find a mate.

As if it is not enough to survive
Under such conditions,
They must consider future life
Beyond any knowable reason.
One has to select a mate
To perform a delicate dance
And spread his seed on ice- Why?
For, if the arctic must be empty,
Who will enjoy its beauty?

Ten thousand male penguins
Each protecting two lives,
One that he owns
One he promised to his mate.

In the twilight of the arctic night
The scene could be from an African sky,
With its African moon and acacias,
If there were no sheer mountains of ice
And if it were not minus one hundred degrees Fahrenheit.

Under flashing colors of the Southern Lights,
Penguins begin their survival dance:

“Hold your egg tight!
Feel it between your two legs,
Right, left, take a step,
Protect your egg.
Move forward in the circle,
Move another layer deep.
Right, left, take a step,
Don’t lose your egg
Move towards the inner circle.
It is warmer there.
Don’t worry, it will be warmer,
In the center.
Now, you are there!
You can’t stop mate,
You cannot live without your comrade.
You need to keep moving on,
To the cold, cold front.
Right, left, take a step,
Don’t lose your egg.
Turn your back to your death.
When will this storm end?
Ten thousand hungry penguins vibrate,
Like one human being
Against the howling wind
In the blowing blizzard of hell
From the Arctic.”

Emissaries of God to forlorn lands,
They are holier than the Pope himself
Making the best of the extreme worst,
A streak of yellow, blue and white,
A glimpse of the sun
And Ice,
The unimagined
And the unimaginable ones!
Their life is a religion
More sacred than all the religions of the Mankind.


Every living moment of the Emperor Penguin
Is full and serene.
And his short life of meditation is
A ballet of movement, love, tenderness and caring.


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mesaj 13 01 2006 - 21:22
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A Shaman’s Stick

Songs of my ancestors
In far away continents
Traveling with Mevlana
From Balkh to Konya
On horseback with Sultan Murat
From Edirne to Buda
Keeping company to the cavalry
In the frontier towns of Tuna.

Why do I write poems in English?
Because it is the language in which I think.
Ah, but the language of feeling
Is spoken in any tongue
That is a native of the heart.

An eternal companion
Stands in both worlds alone.
A warrior’s horse
Is more valuable
Than the earthly sum
Of all his winning and losing.
Simple yet gnarled,
Obedient but fierce
Spirited yet faithful
Dry yet expressive,
Honest as wood.

By Timur’s head in Semerkant
Stands the ancient Shaman’s stick
I write my poems with.


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mesaj 16 01 2006 - 21:30
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PROGRESS

In misery we forget
The joy of being fed.
In bliss, there is no recompense
For what we forsake.
We fool ourselves.
Progress is born
From death.

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mesaj 16 01 2006 - 23:09
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Meditating Sex on a Monday night

Hunger to hold flesh
Comes from our meat-eating ancestors.
Monkeys don’t need to grab
Fruits off tree branches
In heat.

I can take desire and break it
Into little pieces of breath- say in batches of ten counts.
I can breathe in thousand pieces of fleshy feelings- in batches of ten
And breathe them out like shattered mosaic
Showering down
Through my three points of contact
With earth.

Here is the batch of kiss
Here is the batch of touch
Here is the batch of toes and feet
And breasts.
Here is the bliss of the end
Of misery with no end.

The whole thing is an illusion
With mind lying to body
And body lying to some else’s mind.
When her response is truly genuine
Ego is satisfied
Declaring back to the mind
For ten counts of breath
Its satisfaction with itself.
But, the mind has already gone somewhere else.
Impermanence
Defines even our permanent condition to replicate.


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mesaj 16 01 2006 - 23:10
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Emptiness

No difference between here and there.
Here is full of nothing
And nothing will fill there.
A silly play of words
That is all.

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mesaj 17 01 2006 - 00:34
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Forgiveness

Across the far galaxies of human mind,
Deep in its dark chambers out of sight
Lurked a sacred light.

Somehow it became the source
Tamed the savage force,
Made dimension and the time.

An elusive bride-
Reason will not forget
From where she sprang
And how she will end.

True source of all this fight
Is the quiet void in the mind.
All violence will end in calm- and in silent flight,
Reason will meet his bride.


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mesaj 17 01 2006 - 02:04
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Tax Return 2002

I breathe in hope
Not to be found
As I breathe out.

Money comes in
Money goes out
Ruins of heart
Fill my chest
As I breathe out
Hope.


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mesaj 18 01 2006 - 22:12
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SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Tears and fright
Sleepless night
Fear and loss
Pity and doubt
Little that she owns
Too much is owed
Helpless to move on
Shoulder to lean on
Night is pregnant
For matchless talent
Dawn will wait
Sunshine is back
Great deeds in works
For remaining child.

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mesaj 20 01 2006 - 21:58
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APOLOGY

I seek the soft tissue under ego
Beneath which
Together and deep
Lays our friendship.
Far longer than ego walks
Our common story is full of joys
And cherished in sharing.
I wish to squeeze into nothing
To fly underneath
And touch the fabric
Of a child’s caring.

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