As Above, So Below?

(for C. C.)


Is it the Armature
or the Clay
or the Sculptor

Is it the Author
or the Line
or the Space-Between
or the Page

Is it the Particle
or the Wave
or the Field
or the Observer

Is it the Dancer
or the Step
or the Motion

Is it the Architect
or the Plan
or the Scaffold
or the Bricks
or the Building
or the Builder

Is it the Singer
or the Song
or the Sound
or the Commission
or the Composer

Is it the Beauty
or the Eye
or the Vision
or the Idea

Is it the Boundary
or the Volume
or the Contents
or the Remainder

Is it the Sky
or the Stars
or the Space
or the Spinning

Is it You
or I
or Someone Else

Is it the Words
or the Meaning
or the Utterance
or the Breath
or the Speaker
or the Intention

Is it all of the Above
or Some
or None?

Toolbox Blues

When a hammer’s all you’ve got
every thing looks like a nail.
If a hammer’s the only tool that you’ve got
every little thing looks like a nail. (But I just gotta say)
Getting pounded on the head by you
sho' 'nuff is getting stale.

Here's a lanterne from Greg

 who always seems to get to the heart of the matter:

I 

write these 

poems to 

reveal myself—

Hi.

(untitled)

let’s go out 
and put our palms 
onto the earth 
drain the troubles from them 
and breathe our distress 
into the grass 
then on our backs lie down 
look up at trees 
and smile at sky 

Daisies

Look at you! who smile your simple happiness on all who see you


My blessing on you
Who bless my eyes
So, blessed are all the beings that helped you grow
So, blessed is the soil where you took root
So, blessed the hands between here and there
And so, twice blessed the hands that chose you
And brought you to be blessed.