Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Tuesday, December 4, 2007

LANDING LIGHTS

LANDING LIGHTS Departing planes pass over, landing lights turning away into the night like loves departing to the fast life, flying away to another morning, a better place away from me while I watch from the ground, trying to help the lost drunk who knows where he wants to go, but neither of us... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 24, 2007

BREAKFAST WITH THE SHAMAN

BREAKFAST WITH THE SHAMAN Another night of sorrows. Sleep comes only when heartache and worry Can no longer hold it at bay. The shaman joins me at breakfast, sitting close by me at table. We munch out cereal in a silence broken only by his laughter. He laughs not at me, nor at anything in particular... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

AFFIRMATION

AFFIRMATION Though this inner void remains a void, Though the doubts are waves eroding my shore of confidence, Though the depression is a fog enshrouding my soul, This will not defeat me, This will not destroy me. Over this I will emerge triumphant. Though the loneliness cries in the empty nights,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

ASPIRATION

ASPIRATION To see where truth shines - even into paths of darkness! - And to boldly follow, turning aside only to dance with the surrounding beauty. To hear the music and sing with it, not hesitantly but with full voice, be it flat or sharp, singing for the joy of singing the songs of living. To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 19, 2007

RUMI’S TRIPE

RUMI’S TRIPE An order of Chef Rumi’s tripe, please... My delusions are the tripe I prepare, and it is forever undercooked, overseasoned, unsatisfying. What Chef Rumi calls “tripe” I call the soul’s delicacy. ©T. Patrick Berry Note: Rumi referred to his poetry as tripe prepared for friends who have a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

WINTER SOLSTICE

WINTER SOLSTICE Rain has stopped, for now. South wind still blows, carrying back through the night the baying of my thoughts hot on the trail of wandering dreams. I go out to find the dreams in tomorrow’s enlightening torrent, running and dancing with them in the windblown rain, whooping and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

VISIONS OF BLUE TRAINS

VISIONS OF BLUE TRAINS I stood that summer daybreak, contemplating the rising sun still hidden behind house and fence, and the vastness of this country that had already seen its light that morning. I thought of blue trains, recalling a picture of one in a railyard in Colorado, and felt both very... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

CADENCE

CADENCE I don’t know but I’ve been told Poetry will never grow old. I don’t know but I have heard The power of a poem’s words. I don’t know but I can feel The power of poetry to heal. I don’t know but I can say The power’s stronger every day. I don’t know but it’s been said If not for poetry I’d be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 12, 2007

I HAVE WITHIN ME AN OCEAN

I HAVE WITHIN ME AN OCEAN I have within me an ocean that only one has known to swim. I have within me a fire that has warmed only one. I have within me a song that only one has learned to sing. The ocean weeps in longing for another swimmer, the flames leap and dance to warm an empty house; and like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

RED COIN SUN

RED COIN SUN The light of life is rarely as well-defined as the single red coin sun of a foggy morning daybreak. Our truths are shrouded in mists that part fleetingly to reveal verities through the breaks in our blindness. The images of our thoughts and dreams disappear like a flock of birds, flying... Sign in to see full entry.

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