stasis

entering a deserted
mountain village
in white heat

that single toll
from the steeple
arrests you

blast
dashing through
a dragonfly’s head

so goes
the fine mind
of nirvana


la rochette, august 2006

langue invisible

since we need to stand our ground
where no ground is to be found
since we lose our way
where no way is to be lost
through and away from
language 
you mirrors of

since no one is to name

no one to call to recall
in forgetfulness to dwell
in forgetfulness to name

though no sound to enshrine
the homeless one
the nameless one
that no more of  you
nor less of me
could construe
with trust common to rivers

just promise of dust

some dust of you
some ash from me
kneaded together

just promise of us
awash in predawn showers

 

mandrem, october 19, 2009

near to harvest

thicker the veil than
what you were told

just a tremor at times
running through wet grass
basked in sleeping shadows

its late night moon
cloud fringes kindle
with whispers of her halo

silhouetted against woods
palm trees enlace the paddies
crops slowly ripening into gold

deep voices of frogs
squeezing songs
out of motherland lungs


ubud, 21 april 2013

 

 

gulls

circle of cries rise
wheeling white
against the amstel sky

stretches of hunger
in sudden snowstorm
unveiled

wounds you once crossed
flood the mirror again

bridges are swept along
healing auguries
of old



amsterdam, 1999

in a thausand years

clouds capping mountains
darken slowly the valley
from northern ranges
distant thunder roars

crickets swarm the hawthorn
thistles dripping
purple

it’s september
some cool is coming

udumbera
when will your buddhas
your buddhas
rebloom again



la rochette, 2005
 

orientation

dispersed and free
free of ancestry
free of smoke
chimney smoke
rubble smoke
exhaled from earth
from lungs of prayers


you now drift towards the
seven valleys of the mute
drift eastward
where strife births
redemption and
fabulous visions


there your hands are empty
empty of clouds
empty of dawn

melody brims with empty
heart joyous with empty

empty alone knows
empty alone stays

metanoia

we wake up in the morning
knowing little of light
groping for something
to appease the soul
savaged by hunger

out of blindness
and dedication
we offer prayers
to chaos

the wind's faith
is inscrutable

it takes more than a god
to grieve the pains of
this world



arambol, 2008

satyam dhukka

when we say here
we mean the other world

when we say there
we mean the other world

name's recompense
is in parting
soul's recompense
is in parting

there is no dwelling there
there is no dwelling here

in parting
we take refuge


mougins, 2006
                                

legacy

only few words will
remain with us once
of coming and going
we shall be dispensed
of destiny cleansed
of remains effaced
boneless
pathless
astray

and so these words
clueless
homeless
emptied
emptied of melody
tomorrow
breeze
silence

free


mougins, 2006


 

end of trance

from gold to amber
now for the end flight
cast in glassy brown
oak leaves
together
we shed summer
in these hills

letting you sleep awhile
at the foot of giant rocks
i move down a stony trail

shadow slithering on scree
and cross the bloodline
of voiceless rooks



la rochette, 2005

happy temperance

a cut in the eye
wish of parting
in the heart

we the dead

the living
munch the same morsel

a bitter root
at times mellow
night feeds us on

upon crest of flames

dust steers our fortune
ahead


paris, 16 September 1990




 

sometimes

despite the word twilight
bareness enters the day
without dispelling us

restrained by dormant melodies

the clock swirls above our heads

come what may
we will still be
part tomorrow
part forgetfulness
 
steps waver
misguided by sand
marine mantras 

spiral of dust rises from stone

does not linger on the poem

you weigh a mouthful of flame
so the wind contends

night pleases 
appeases us

marga

blue
never saw you so blue
as in this winter light
cold pale winter light

tides rising from earth
from heaven towers falling
mountains
you have traced our road

painfully long
yes
blissfully brief
these rungs we climb
up or down your ladder
not knowing which

marga

la rochette, 2005