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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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May24
Tag Archives: spirituality
May16
Beauty Lingering Unseen
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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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Apr25
My Abiding
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I prefer the warm
rays of love to the
chills of any fear to
the dampness of
uncertainty
I like to see long
shadows departing
from me on any side
I don’t care as long
as they witness
my abiding
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Dec28
Existence
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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Dec13
The Right Place
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and fly you follow
it somehow with words
and without
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Part of the new “California Notebooks 02”, coming soon!
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Nov9
Being, from the California Notebooks 02 (EN/IT)
This poem – from the newly finished collection California Notebooks 02 – is dedicated to my dear friend Anna Maria who just stepped into everlasting life after much suffering due to cancer.
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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Questa poesia – tratta dalla nuovissima collezione California Notebooks 02 – è dedicata alla cara, dolcissima, amica Anna Maria, appena passata a vita migliore dopo una lunga sofferenza dovuta al cancro.
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esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
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Nov1
Mornings From The California Notebooks 2016
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
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Oct18
On Life From The California Notebooks
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they cut the air
with a fearful sound
the desert ravens
flying low
above my head
almost to halt me
to get way to set
the way
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Sep27
Desert Trip
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
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Here’s a teaser from the California Notebooks 02 compilation
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Sep13
Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras
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transparency
is something I
share with fish
I’m suspended
at last a gracious
moment they
stick closer if I
hold in stillnes
even more come
what is there
re generation
wisdom shared
I wish I could
last forever in
salty waters
weightless
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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.
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Aug30
These Days
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the tree of life
cannot be taken
down by shotguns
the tree of knowledge
has because we do
not understand
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Aug23
On Poetry, 2015
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it’s an afterword
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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Aug19
Born in a Dream
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I wish to be home
in the desert
wide open to nothingness
waiting
for my own shadows
immobile
vulnerable to the wind
filling me
emptiness and whispers of
far away lands
born in a dream I’m gone
as I write
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A teaser from the new volume of the California Notebooks I’ve been working on…
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Aug16
Pregnant Cloud, 2015
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I can’t stop
my steps
if every step
charges me up
verses overflowing
I’m the pregnant cloud
ready to pour as I sit
in front of this hot sun
I’ve my own shape
definite contoured
by blue patches
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Aug9
Stillness
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I sit quietly
to open this treasure
stillness the key
to translate
silence
my new language
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