Saturday, April 20, 2013

Black-jay



Black-jay
falls to verdant earth

searching
living soil as

soft rain
soothes the bitter truth

of being.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Answer to Prayer/ Ответ на молитву

Intervention given
responses finally heard
doubts all forgiven
sickness finally cured.

Prayers we have raised
for miracles here on Earth
but at the end of the day
only love can give birth

to our souls' calm acceptance
of your holy will,
for only in the eternal
can the present be fulfilled.

So reconcile us to the mystery
that surrounds our little lives.
Open our eyes to see
the brilliance of your living light

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Ответ на молитву

Вмешательство дано
наконец услышал ответ
сомнения все простил
болезни, наконец, вылечить.

Молитвы мы подняли
чудес здесь, на Земле
но в конце дня
только любовь может родить

чтобы успокоить принятие наши души "
вашей святой воле,
ибо только в вечной
может быть выполнено настоящее.

Так примирить нас с тайной,
которая окружает нашу маленькую жизнь.
Открой наши глаза, чтобы видеть
Блеск вашего живого света

Friday, April 5, 2013

Born Again


“To be born again is not to become somebody else, but to become ourselves. “       
Thomas Merton

Check in the mirror and
see who’s looking back.

Look deeply into your eyes
and see the darkness
of the center.

Your smirking self
is not important.

Don’t be swayed
by glint of silver or grey;
for age speaks no
wisdom,

and even your scars,
your hard-worn skin,
creased and mortal
means nothing

in the darkness
of the center.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Detachment


“We do not detach ourselves from things in order to attach ourselves to God, but rather we become detached from ourselves in order to see and use all things in and for God.” Thomas Merton

I live between two worlds.

On this substantial earth
senses stir in morning wind
eyes liven in golden light
the noonday sun flares,
arms, legs, back brushed with fire,
fevered brow, I hear clanging bells
the blare of trains, elephantine
motion, sure and steady
over the ungiving ground.

How shall I detach
from this panoply, this
pulsing world,
rousing
swirl of all-
sense?

Yet
when I pause
and look into your eyes,
your silence undoes me.

My soul twitches and sinks,
blissful, drowning fish
into the mystical
ink of your
eternal
wish.