Thursday, June 09, 2005

What's The Word? Jo . . .

Word
.
I lay these with the runes of time,
storied reasons culled in rhyme;
ruins cracked on rocky shores,
words laid to rest on ocean floors;
.
Sharp shards of husks and shattered skulls,
hard shells bored by beaks of gulls;
seas erode the sands of odes,
like sleuths unfolding secret codes;
.
Words mine all Mystery till she gives
the secret space where Beauty lives.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Song Remains The Same

Buddha Kisses
.
The voices of your kisses
swell my lips with
echoes,
haunt them,
speak all over them,
again and
again;
.
they are piled up in rows like
chanting schools of monks
convened before a
golden buddha sitting
.
neither pleased nor displeased
.
very much at ease with what he hears.
.
Suddenly one of them breaks into
uncontainable
song.