The Right Column
Big Sur

Poem Blots
  Today it's
  poem blots.
   tomorrow its
   sunrise.

   These inanities
     make perfect sense
   when you flip right past them.
   
   there was an intense shimmer
     from the giant cliff-face
    that seemed to talk in million's voices.

   that it would wispher me away.
     it would show me Bigga as a willow in the stream.
      It would teach me about my longings
    and how to purify the heart.

   All those billion's voices
    singing out the silence
      if only I had before
        listened.

   If I don't listen to you
    then I don't learn
    what you have to say.
      I fail as completely as I could fail
   forward with the fear of loss,
    lessen the fear with gain of morning rising.
   Carry off some plans of your own.
    Fruitful in what you do with holy promise
       of better tomorrows. 
 
May 16, 2010