POETRY

Poetry has a peculiar power. It can dip beneath street consciousness and conduct us to deeper realms. When we approach the mysterious depths of human consciousness, we often feel the need for poetry to express the experiences. At its best, poetry can be both an individual and a universal human experience. As Ira Progoff put it, if you go down deeply enough into your own well, you will hit the underground river common to us all.

Poetry is intrinsically connected to meaning. Poetry is the record of an explosion of inner experience, a momentary convergence of meaning in the mind that, if not recorded, vanishes back into the restless pool of consciousness. At a deeper level, poetry is Being turning to regard Its own qualities and processes.

Feel The Potential In The Air

Feel the potential in the air.
The Cosmos is yearning to bloom.
Life is unfolding
and showing Itself . . . → Read More: Feel The Potential In The Air

Something Fills My Heart With Joy

Something fills my heart with joy.
Something fires my nerves with bliss.
Something is moving me through my life,
and expanding me, . . . → Read More: Something Fills My Heart With Joy

Life Has Its Highs And Lows

Life has its highs and lows.
We are tumbled around
and burned and hit
in a process that’s rough and harsh.
. . . → Read More: Life Has Its Highs And Lows

I’m Spinning On The Earth

I’m spinning on the earth
as I sit in my chair,
dreaming and musing
and trying to see . . . → Read More: I’m Spinning On The Earth

We Live Our Lives On A Moving Wave

We live our lives on a moving wave,
surfing as best we can.
We’re carried by surging power
that propels us toward the land. . . . → Read More: We Live Our Lives On A Moving Wave

I Dip Myself Into Your Depths

I dip myself into Your depths.
I touch Your electric Life.
I open myself,
and my cells and my heart . . . → Read More: I Dip Myself Into Your Depths

Have You Ever Cut Your Finger

Have you ever cut your finger
and watched it heal itself?
Did you know you were watching miracle
unfold before your eyes? . . . → Read More: Have You Ever Cut Your Finger

We Stand On The Shores Of Immensity

We stand on the shores of Immensity.
looking skyward and reaching up,
struggling to understand our role
but not truly able to see.
. . . → Read More: We Stand On The Shores Of Immensity

The World Is Always Fresh

The world is always fresh,
newly minted,
arising from the depths of Being,
with the residue . . . → Read More: The World Is Always Fresh

The Garden Is Within Us

The Garden is within us,
full of luscious fruits,
and clear, cool water,
and moments of ecstasy.
. . . → Read More: The Garden Is Within Us