Category: Poetry

These poems are impressions gleaned from my experience of going on retreat and pilgrimage to Sikkim. I cannot speak of the retreat as it is clear that each retreatant has their own individual retreat, their own journey and it is a deeply personal path. I can say however that, seven months on, I find that,…

THE BEGGAR (BIKHARI)   1 Look! – here comes a beggar, limping with every step,                      His eyes raised, pathetic, adept. A dense sadness in the silence, the light!             The string of life he plucks is worn from ages kept. In the yard with the sunshine bright!             On one point a round…

The intention of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas is none other than to benefit all. If when relating to great masters I get a different result it’s only because of my past deeds The nature of all phenomena is empty and as a mirage all appears. Depending on many causes and conditions also my emotions, confusion and doubts arise.…

Smell that wet sand, breathe it in This sand is mostly ground up quartz Ground for millions upon millions of years Quartz is the stuff of old time radios Quartz crystals dangle in sunny windows Quartz is the support of gold Gold grows on quartz, covering it like skin                   There is rose quartz strewn…

My heart got so broken Like a delicate glass shattered into pieces and the life water spilled to the ground I became so dry But as time went by I found the love-glue and glued it back together Now I enjoy the real heart wine that can only be drunk from a broken glass

This is very very fine Top o’ the line Top o’ the line Talk to my friends any time Day or night, any time Hang together vajra lovers Hang together, don’t let go Turbulences always happen Don’t let go, don’t let go There never was There never is This path of ours is joy It…

Lifetimes after lifetimes It could look like that Rolling by like mala beads Death and birth Birth and death One before the other Then another after Now one leads Now one follows All in their appointed orders Good karma, bad karma Leading and following Ticking past time One and the same Pleasing sounds of clicking…

Old sadhu of Kathmandu Where few stop to know him Man of wisdom there amongst His braided locks that melted into Never ending worn out beard. Old sadhu follows in footsteps Of those who dwelt before him To continue where no disciples tread Or anyone to point toward His outward simplistic raggedness. Old sadhu seated…

Morning curls over the crow calls. The blueing sky unlocks The navigation markers of the spirit. A man rests, softly breathing, His heart leaning into a voice That haunts deep, sweet, healing registers, Embracing all nature. Aware of the time of gifts Whose light imparts a sacred harmony, Briefly, bravely captured In the noetic signature…

    When our hearts meet, there is no need for words, nor songs or poems, no need for theory or dogma or prayers. We are together, just one heart beating, when our hearts meet. By Margaret Ford ————————————————————— In the beginning of my pre-Copernican solarsystem     Did not admit rays of Dharma. But…