• Poetry

    The Singing Bowl

    The mystery is safe (and sound), A song that’s made by circling round, Expanding out beyond the ring Unseen yet clearly lingering. When mental busy-ness has ceased, With inner peace the tone’s released. With deepened breath the hands learn much…

  • Poetry

    How Can I Love?

    How can I love All of us Without first embraces From the ancient songs of sages? The African drums, The arched harp and rabat That urged mating and soothed pharaohs, The Pan flute, the Roman lute, The Gregorian chant Dark…

  • Poetry

    Labyrinth

    To love Is to enter a holy labyrinth Without a map. There will be wrong turns, Retracing of endless winding steps, And dead ends. Why, then, enter and endeavor To plumb the maze? “If only I could find,” I thirst,…