Posted in Uncategorized, tagged doors, forgiveness, god, poem, poetry, self on August 18, 2013| 3 Comments »
I begged God,
enter me, God said, yes darling
you bolted the door
*
all this time searching
for a door, not seeing the door
inside me
*
knock knock
who’s there? you are.
you are who?
*
slipping this love letter
under the narrow gap
of the wrong door
*
god in the bolt,
god in the door, god
in the hand that bolts
*
standing
on my own welcome mat
roses in hand
*
knock knock
who’s there? forgive.
forgive who?
*
unbolting the door
only to notice the walls
were already gone
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chance, doors, love, misunderstanding, poem, poetry on March 31, 2013| 1 Comment »
There are doors
we never see.
Just this morning
I failed to find
the door that would have led me
to a deeper understanding of your heart.
Sometimes it’s hidden
because we do not find the handle.
Sometimes because we try the handle once
and the door sticks,
a trick into thinking
it is locked.
And sometimes,
distracted by a leaf, a siren,
a blue, blue sky, the door
stands wide open
and still we walk by.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged doors, non-doing noticing, patience, poems, poetry on March 21, 2012| 5 Comments »
Somewhere a door
is hinging—open and
less open and not
at all open and open.
All day I feel it.
All day, I know
there is not a thing
I can do about that swinging
except notice how the light
changes, notice how soft
the breeze, and how cold,
notice how the urge
to do something about
that door rises and
and passes, notice
how the sun breaks through.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, doors, haiku, inquiry, knowing, listening, not knowing, poem, weeds, winter on January 13, 2012| 1 Comment »
first the stars
then all the space between the stars
slipped into my tea
*
dried and dead
I leave them in the vase
the naked tulips
*
winter
every cloud
a love letter
*
hey poet
get out of the way
said the poem
*
bird on the wire
for a few moments
we both stop singing
*
the weeds gone to seed—
and who is this one
who thinks they are weeds
*
another door,
another door, another wall
becomes a door
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged doors, opening, tanka, transformation on December 11, 2011| 2 Comments »
it is the shape of a woman,
this door, which
no matter how many times
it opens
opens again