I Carry You

Like dawn the silence
I carry you in my heart,
exquisite, ineffable,
an unutterable word,
an eternal sky;
I carry you like a spring
carries her wild colours,
like a bird, without care,
sings his soul and heart,
like a candle that fills
the silent night with sighs.

Shining With Your Grace

All the paths are flooded…
a thousand winds carry
my longing to you;
and as the night sways
my heartbeats grow
into the tapestry of stars,
each a poem, each a dewdrop
into the boundless mystery breathing
the fragrance of your name,
shining with the grace
of the light of your womb.

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Free Verse # 292 (the nest of your heart)

Crushed heart…
all the fragments
embers in the dark sea
melting, fading,
birds that once sang
now voiceless
await the dawn

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Silent outcry…
into the pond of dusk
a heart’s weeping song

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Autumn full moon
into her navel
he pressed,
a white ocean
billowing inside.

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Even on my deathbed
your face in my heart
will make the world
dance and dance

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Her perfume on my lips ~
This poem a flute
Uttering her fragrance
Into a radiating cloud
Breathing into the air
The blessings of her light

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Twilight breeze
scattering memories
like fallen leaves…
Dewdrops
finding the silent grass,
I too will fade

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The moon last night
Crafting white notes in her hair,
White jasmines
Into the night air sighing
The essence of poetry.

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His kiss –
veneration poured
into a vessel,
into her every curve etching
a fervent light,
a burning star whirling
like a dervish in the night

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My poem a butterfly,
wherever she may flutter
in her heart
a secret longing she carries,
your burning fragrance
resounding from her core.

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Towards your womb
this last poem sets sail,
fading into the night

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Through the world
as through mist
my poem travels,
a lone bird seeking
the nest of your heart.

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Combing her hair…
the dewing stars rippling
the nocturnal pond

Haiku # 219

Shiver of silence…
in the morning air
the jasmine’s fresh musk

Haiku # 218

In a cup of tea
against my lips
a wild forest
humming

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All that remains…
in a windswept field
the cry of autumn

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Dusk…
each dewdrop
the fragrance
of a lost memory

Senryu # 122

The boundless night…
uprooted stars
dewing without a sigh

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Holding up her skirt
and laughing…
flower in the rain

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No more words,
all my ink melted
to course her red lips.

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Her perfumed gown
dropped with a sigh,
in the moonlight
a white flower.

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Radiant fragrance…
jasmine flowers at dusk
drinking the moonlight

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Summer rain
and a kiss blooming
like fire in the sky

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Through the forest trees
the twilight sun burning,
in the air the moon

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Moment of clarity,
in the air
the moon’s fragrant hum

Tanka # 43

On the shore of longing
unfurling my bones,
ancient leaves
by a restless wind blown
to your distant sky

Tanka # 42

Pilgrim whispers…

into my ear

nocturnal birds

carrying the breath

of her solitary heart

The Fragrance of Her Breath

In the shelter of her sighs
the bird curls his wings
and sleeps through the night;
waking at dawn from her lips he sings
the fragrance of her breath,
his song, her breath,
wisps of radiant clouds
traveling the earth,
caressing the cheeks
of flowers, leaves, and skies,
waking all to the glory of life.

We exchanged our names for love’s

We exchanged our names for love’s
and our garments like autumn leaves fell
revealing us to our core
as our eyes merged to become the sky,
as our lips melted into the garden of spring,
as our hearts, joined, became the hidden throb
pulsating through life,
bequeathing on dawn his silent wine,
with the fine ether of eternity
enwombing creation like a second sky.

Every White Hair

Enjoying every white hair that grows,
My plan for the future a life that flows
Open and wide sucking to the marrow
Each moment’s pleasure, kissing it hallow

Of Friendship

If you love your friend go to him
Surging and strong not from a whim
That dissolves at the slightest touch
Into wind and air, nothing much.

The fibre of your human heart
Let it be your exquisite art
So that when you two join and meet
You birth a world with depth replete.

And when, again, you part and go
Each one on his way, high or low,
In each you’ll grow a sacred thought
Its cordial wine with fondness fraught.

Words Weaving Life

Words weaving life,
a philosopher’s vessel
surging with experience,
her sea of clarity birthing
suns and moons and stars
and a universe burning
to give a fruit to a child,
deck the maiden’s hair
with flowers so white,
and shape the flow of life
as it rises to the stars.

Senryu # 121

Over her face
the sky of dawn
a shivering blue veil

What does it mean when I say that ‘Over her face she held dawn like a shivering blue veil’? It means that her face is too pure to be touched, reach for it and it will fade. Only by growing quiet and still, by growing inwardly receptive to the light shining from within her will her face begin revealing itself to you, caressing your heart and soul in endless white waves, rippling your shore into an ever changing poem, one that mirrors and expresses the hidden light eternally pouring through the seams of her veil. The more you contemplate the simple magnificence she reveals before you the more you relate to her internal light, and the more you relate to yours; the quiet effulgence growing into still river merging you upwards with the sky, dissipating you like clouds dissolving in the white sky. You burn, but the fire heaving you is a smokeless kind of flame, burning on nothing but purity; silence itself being a forest in flames, yet deeply at peace and in harmony with itself. Words, silences, both gain the odd quality of being one and the same, dewdrops of passion falling from the sky and lacing the green, vibrant earth. A step further and her radiance is no longer confined to sky or dawn; she is now all around you, at all times, shining from within every object and substance, every being and creature, even the faceless wind is pregnant with her, even the blackness of the night. She is the inner pulse of life, ever present, eternal. In every breath and moment you feel her, a light bursting through the seams of existence and dissolving you into light, subsuming you through the seams and back into the origins, diluting you in the substance that forged her into being, that eternal creature, that creature whose light creates the world, the earth and the sky.

Free Verse # 291 (I write to her)

Solitary wind
prowling the empty streets
at dusk…
a lonesome poet
goes wandering
into the fading sun.

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At dawn, at dusk,
the solitary bird
follows his lone star,
his song scattering
like rain over the earth,
echoing through the sky.

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Unchained the song flows…
a wave of leaves
blowing through the sky.

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Come, butterfly,
the sun has blazed a road
high into the sky

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Windswept…
the leaf takes her secret
to the other sky

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Remembering
her first kiss…
in autumn’s mist
a white flower

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All the flowers
melting…
one whiff from her hair

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Like water in the earth
her gaze sank into him,
jasmine flowers drinking
the moon’s liquid light,
exhaling a perfume
filling the earth and sky.

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Calmness of dawn…
the last breath of stars
dewing from her hair

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I write for her,
not for a past,
not for a future,
but for a present
ever billowing inside of me
like the white sky at dawn.

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I write to her
with a pen dipped
in my own blood,
and these words
red and hot
laugh like birds
clamoring at dusk
then fade in the dark billow,
amid the dark waves
glow like stars
carried toward her endless shore.

A Whisper in the Wind

Under her bare feet
the earth felt cold,
and the birdsongs
from a desert sky
fell cool and crisp,
dewdrops soaking her
to the bones,
awakening in her
the song of ancient mist,
welling up in her heart
and flowing,
a prayer at dawn,
a silent breath pulsing
with a sea of autumn leaves,
crimson poems
swept by the dancing wind
and carried on an endless journey
home…

Unlocking Her Secrets

Eyes closed
I touched her heart
and the river
amid my ribs flowed
joining my body to hers,
thrusting me into her
as upstream I swam
wanting to reach
the wellspring of her being
so that I could unlock her secrets
by living inside of her,
there, at the source that nourishes
the flesh of the universe,
becoming a sun
in the constellation of her soul.

Haiku # 217

We must go alone…
flown downstream
a fading leaf

Dissolving Her

Under her skin
she felt his touch
come to a boiling point
then overflow,
inexorable, relentless,
gushing out
from everywhere at once
and rushing,
a river carrying her to the sea,
dissolving her in the intimacy
of a dawn blushing through the sky,
watering the earth with a warmth
more gentle than a tear
hugging its own cheek.

A Tale of Longing

The candle flickers,
her face on the walls
a dance of shadows,
a tale of longing
in tenebrous breaths whispered,
melting the darkness
to an aching river,
carrying my heart
to the place where all things
begin and end,
the sanctity of a touch
born of love’s grace.