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De San

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joined on 11/30/06
last updated 07/26/08

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Love is All You Need

In Memory of My Feelings

And now it is the serpent’s turn.
I am not quite you, but almost the opposite of visionary.
You are coiled around the central figure,
the heart
that bubbles with red ghosts, since to move is to love
and the scrutiny of all things is syllogistic,
the startled eyes of the dikdik, the bush full of white flags
fleeing a hunter,
which is our democracy
but the prey
is always fragile and like something, as a seashell can be
a great Courbet, if it wishes. To bend the ear of the outer wo... read more

Thu, April 23, 2009 - 6:37 AM permalink - 1 comment

Walkingstick Dragon

I want to dance here in this music
not in spirit where there is no time

I circle the sun like a shadow. My
head becomes my feet. Covered with
existence, Pharaoh; annihilated, I
am Moses. A pen between God-fingers,

a walkingstick dragon, my blind mind
taps along its cane of thought. Love

does no thinking. It waits with soul,
with me, weeping in this corner. We're

strangers here where we never hear
yes. We must be from some other town.

... read more

Wed, November 26, 2008 - 2:03 AM permalink - 0 comments

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- William Butler Yeats

Tue, August 5, 2008 - 3:46 AM permalink - 1 comment

Work of Art

She used to drag her mattress beside her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that it was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.
Willa Cather (1873 - 194... read more

Sat, July 5, 2008 - 7:01 AM permalink - 0 comments

Toltec or Buddhist ?

Impeccability is nothing else
but the proper use of energy .

Warriors take strategic inventories.

They list everything they do.
Then they decide which of those things
can be changed in order to allow themselves
a respite, in terms of expending their energy.

In the strategic inventories of warriors,
self-importance figures
as the activity that consumes
the greatest amount of energy,
hence, their effort to eradicate it.

Warriors fight self-importance
as a matter of strategy... read more

Sat, June 21, 2008 - 11:48 PM permalink - 0 comments

Where

"if cirucmstances lead me,
i will find where truth is hid
though it were hid indeed within the center."
- shakespeare hamlet

Sat, April 5, 2008 - 5:24 AM permalink - 2 comments

Water

From the preamble to a white paper on a national water policy for South Africa

Everyone has the right to sufficient water.
(Bill of Rights, Constitution of South Africa, Section 27(1)(b))

The dictionary describes water as colourless, tasteless and odourless - its most importat property being its ability to dissolve other substances. We in South Africa do not see water that way. For us, water is a basic human right, water is the origin of all things - the giver of life. The poet Mazisi... read more

Sat, February 16, 2008 - 12:17 PM permalink - 1 comment

The Begging Rain

Afterwards
when I am not with you
and you are alone enough
to count the nails in your heart,
tough
and studded like a treasure-house door,
when you arrange your silences
in the vase of an hour,
balancing the bouquet with memories
of hands held,
a spike of laughter
and the colour of my eyes,

when you sit within the swell
of your heartbeat
and the purple tide of daydream
laps at the shore of all your selves,
and your skin sings, perfume-pierced,

Afterwards,
surrender to th... read more

Sun, February 3, 2008 - 3:33 PM permalink - 0 comments

That Wave

That wave
Pulled me into your eyes
Through the greeny-grey pebbles
And countless cathedrals arriving
That wave
Lifted me into your mouth
Turning spires and spittle of pearls
To perplex the young diver
I flew down to the bottom of the sea
Where I questioned the fishes all about it
I was in heaven
Address cloud eleven
They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love
That wave
Carried me through your hair
Up from suffocate seaweed
The perfumed cushions cascading
That wa... read more

Sun, February 3, 2008 - 3:31 PM permalink - 0 comments

Landlocked in Fur - by Tukaram

i was meditating with my cat the other day
and all of a sudden she shouted,
"What happened?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more - feeling that if she got it all out on the table
she would sleep better that night

So I responded, "Tell me more, dear,"
and she soulfully meowed,

"Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets
whizzing here and there. I was suns in heat, hell - I was
galaxies. But now look - I am
landlocked in fur."

To this I said, "I... read more

Tue, September 4, 2007 - 12:00 AM permalink - 0 comments

These Breaths...

These breaths are like birds I release to the wind, as open as the sky. Make me over and one with this prayer.

Mon, September 3, 2007 - 11:58 PM permalink - 0 comments

awakening osiris

As if I'd slept a thousand years underwater I wake into a new season. I am the blue lotus rising. I am the cup of dreams and memory opening -- I, the thousand-petaled flower'

At dawn my sun rises naked as a new born babe; I open myself and am embraced by the light. This is the joy, the slow awakening into fire as one by one the petals open, as the fingers that held tight the secret unfurl. I let go of the past and release the fragrance of flowers.

I open and light descends, fills me a... read more

Sat, March 31, 2007 - 6:26 AM permalink - 0 comments