Sunday, September 30, 2012


Endlessly flowing
shifting and shaping
it is light
obeying the law of light
in ways we do not sense in our Selves.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Prajna's Dream

A shudder ripples over you
one of the movements in a symphony of sunlight
where your tail flicks wildly like a whippet
and on younger legs you leap
across savannahs of mice.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Smokey's Yawn

A trimmest flick
of pink
so naturally
a part of the order of things
in the cosmos.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

White Butterflies

Unseen during the long stretch of heat
the leaves yet unspeckled
they emerge
for a moment
only to flit away in the delicate fullness of life
these last days of summer.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Last Night (My Proustian Night)

I lie awake, alert, feeling the elapsed hours, ceding to a resignation of sleeplessness.  I gaze at the blocks of night above the outlines of the day: a pile of books, a jutting lamp, and feel a growing lightness, eventually emptying myself into the lake of oblivion.