I’m wanting to do something with the poetry I’ve written about struggles with sexuality and being a gay man in the world. This is the first. This poem is emblematic for me of the difficulty meeting with men who don’tRead more…
The Calling
This is the movement deep within, the voice of the self, the voice of Krishna, the calling of the divine, urging you to open, to delight, to unfold. I want to live in you the way fire lives in theRead more…
Indigo Robes
This is going to go into the chapter on relationships/the social. Talking about the way relationship connects us to ourselves and the transpersonal simultaneously. River bottom and no travail. His body was long and lean as the pure white ofRead more…
This Night
Inspired by my dog, Natalie, who has a terrible problem staying home when things are afoot. This night (like every night) Is not for sleeping This night is to remind you To laugh out loud, uncontrollably, For absolutely no reason.Read more…
Faith
Urge a freight train and it’s hard to get off the rails. Closeness a need like a dog’s – they wait day and night outside, as close as possible risking wrath breaking rules. To be faithful, all other rules stretchRead more…
It is not your work
I love sometimes when I find a fierce, fiery Rumi poem amidst the warm ocean of his poetry. Hearty, fiery exhortation is sometimes the kick in the pants I need. This one is, for me, a good post on theRead more…
Inspiration
Also working on a chapter on inspiration, on re-connecting to the things in our lives, in our practice that delight us, to the glimpses of joy, union, lack of separation that draw us out of ourselves. I’m thinking to useRead more…
Ready now
I’m working on a chapter in New Samurai Code on focusing on the core drive of your practice, purpose, life. I thought this would be a great inspirational side-piece. You are ready now for the treasure which has been setRead more…
Meet Death
A life of running, unathletically, unwittingly, like gazelles with a spark in the grass. It started early, this flying. From myself from silence from things ending Under cold skies now, my Irish eyes open wide at last I am runningRead more…
Secret Documents
So here’s the first poem I’m working with for Fighting for Peace. Feeling a call to make it more lyrical, but not sure I’m gonna do that. The Letter’s arrived and they’re asking you – Will you come to serveRead more…