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Seek not the ‘SAME’ in Things

‘Seek Not to Find the ‘SAME’ in things from past experience, A treasured moment, or a kiss. I had a dream last night that led me on a path of inquiry and recognition: of myself, of us, of perfection in the moment. When I catch myself looking back in time, in...

The Shape of Your Smile

The shape of your smile Caught me up like a hungry fish And lay me flapping about In the bottom of your boat, In the fractured light and splendor of another sunset. A willing Prisoner of Love. Within the shimmering of tall grasses And the dance of lilies in the wind,...

Leaping

‘Seek Not to Find the ‘SAME’ in things from past experience, A treasured moment, or a kiss. I had a dream last night that led me on a path of inquiry and recognition: of myself, of us, of perfection in the moment. When I catch myself looking back in time, in...

Necklace

The shape of your smile Caught me up like a hungry fish And lay me flapping about In the bottom of your boat, In the fractured light and splendor of another sunset. A willing Prisoner of Love. Within the shimmering of tall grasses And the dance of lilies in the wind,...

Sky

I am the air. I am the sea too. Still sharing The joy and inspiration of me With you, The sand The dream. The horizon And incoming tide Offer me amazing treasures From deep recesses. Witness to the wounded, Weathered feet, Still leaping in my mind. I have feasted On...

Lilies and Roses and Poppies, Oh My!

Lilies and Roses and Poppies, Oh My!There’s wonderment in the garden.These flowers of June;Dressed in splendidYouthful attire,Reach, rest, or flight in breeze…Light-danceMy breakfast of colors,Seduce my attention ofWandering thoughtsBack home toGratitude. Copyright...

On The Wings of Flowers

Nobody sees (an object)….really. To see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.                           -Georgia O’Keefe   As I step out The piercing clarity Of blue Drags my eyes upward Squeezes my soul Shakes me Says look you fool See my greatness Feel...

Desensitized

It shines todayJust as it shone twenty years agoWhile I sataloneand surroundedbereftand fulfilledAn imbalance of conflicting realities. Each year my mother sent a box of gifts,chosen, wrapped, labeledfor me Not for the threeWhose hands thrust through the torn paperAnd...

A River In Mild Duress

A celestial moon calls meTo an opening.A cauldronOf sea-sand and foam.Another riverUnder mild duress, but willing.From your legs of cypressA water baby,Born with kitchen wisdom. Will the water thatCarried us hereClaim us back againAs fish?Perhaps. Relationships ebb...

End Times

We’re at the end times now, with my father in law.  He had an infection that has sapped his strength so much so that he can’t roll over in bed or sit up.  He’s at home now, and the waiting game has begun.  This is the third time, and hopefully the last, that I’ve been...

On Growing Old

They sat together on the grainey grey rocks, only the space of her leaning hand between them, a hand twisted and gnarled, blue veins like tiny mountains erupting from the brown spotted surface of her skin. He reached out and put his hand over hers - a half sized hand,...

Many Hands – Thank You

Many hands: children, family, friends, lovers and neighbors – have manifest for me a life of wonderful. My library; one of hardship, good fortune and joyfulness. My journey; From wholeness...A seeker of wholeness. My words and images; Written or voiced, Rally to...

Savor Your Life

Savor your lifeas if it werea blue ceramic bowljust the size tofit into your handfull to the brimwith plump red berriesthe ones grownby stooped old farmersin their ownperfect gardensnot the ones flown infrom some else'sfaraway life. Savor your lifeas if each daydrips...

Dancing With Dagma

The shape of your smile Caught me up like a hungry fish And lay me flapping about In the bottom of your boat, In the fractured light and splendor of another sunset. A willing Prisoner of Love. Within the shimmering of tall grasses And the dance of lilies in the wind,...

Primitive Road

No signs beyond the warning,‘Primitive Road,’In the big wide openOf high plains, fields of wheatAnd soon-to-be-planted earth.  Something begged me to knowThe hum of this road,Her closed whispersAt a slow-measured-pace,Alongside tufts of grainAnd dust-devilsToward the...

Witness

I am witness to my own birth. Like mythology’s Venus Born out of sea foam Another life… And another again Unfolding. Resurrection Is available to all humans. And our garden During Spring Equinox When balance of day and night, Light and shadow, Moves toward the light...

Wild Man-Animal

They sat together on the grainey grey rocks, only the space of her leaning hand between them, a hand twisted and gnarled, blue veins like tiny mountains erupting from the brown spotted surface of her skin. He reached out and put his hand over hers - a half sized hand,...

Sounds of a Cello

You are music to me. From your breath the resonant sound of a musician’s heart awakens into murmurings of pleasure and possibility, or left behind… a song to celebrate the glory of a single life… As I listen closer to the tenor of your message, the moan of sorrow and...

Impetuous River Reveals

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Clocks

"I am weak, I am weary, I am worn" Traditional hymn Orange full moon stallsBack to the eastern horizon it fallsIn retrograde motionA dancing notion The western hill eats the moonThe eastern mountains greet the sunThank the good LordRetrograde motion has been...

We Are All Shooting Stars

They sat together on the grainey grey rocks, only the space of her leaning hand between them, a hand twisted and gnarled, blue veins like tiny mountains erupting from the brown spotted surface of her skin. He reached out and put his hand over hers - a half sized hand,...

Original Song

We’re at the end times now, with my father in law.  He had an infection that has sapped his strength so much so that he can’t roll over in bed or sit up.  He’s at home now, and the waiting game has begun.  This is the third time, and hopefully the last, that I’ve been...

Doomsday

A doomsday prophet proclaims the end of the world is coming, and I think yes, but not yet. Of course the evolution of earth's lifetime will result in destruction, still - not yet.  I haven't filled my dance card, kissed enough toads, or journeyed into a mystical...

Fox’s Pulpit Above The River Lune

They lean in silent watchfulnessThree Cypress trees whose skyward longingWas crafted by prevailing winds.They rest now boughs on graveyard wallsAnd stand as sentinels to the few soulsWho choose the ground near Fox's PulpitTo reside, in the lingering auraOf his three...

The Whole Cosmos Is My Body

I am the air. I am the sea too. Still sharing The joy and inspiration of me With you, The sand The dream. The horizon And incoming tide Offer me amazing treasures From deep recesses. Witness to the wounded, Weathered feet, Still leaping in my mind. I have feasted On...

Sailing Off to the Edge of Time

Night slipped in under the door pouring across the floor rising to the ceiling. With the dark came the fear also rising beneath my feet into my heart and gut. It struck me there, curled in bed under the sheets wrapped in blankets pillows over my ears. Praying I would...

Solstitium

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Aran

You are music to me. From your breath the resonant sound of a musician’s heart awakens into murmurings of pleasure and possibility, or left behind… a song to celebrate the glory of a single life… As I listen closer to the tenor of your message, the moan of sorrow and...

Childlike She Danced

On the wings of flowersThe soul of me soars.I am part of life’s continuity:Now an elder with offerings,Beyond the ego and the challenges of my youthA sense of wisdom gained.  I allow myselfTime…To sit before poppies in bloomWith you.To dissolve into awareness.  Tell...

Temporary Homes

I am witness to my own birth. Like mythology’s Venus Born out of sea foam Another life… And another again Unfolding. Resurrection Is available to all humans. And our garden During Spring Equinox When balance of day and night, Light and shadow, Moves toward the light...

Music

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Early Summer Storm

Sunlight trickled through the trees tumbled lightly onto me caressed my cheek with warmth dappled my thoughts and senses Awakened sparks in dewy moisture left behind by sprinkler’s grace and in steamy tears on my face Remnants of joy’s expression tattooing the cheeks...

Dissolved

The poet dissolved while reading The New York Times in a tub of warm warm water the book reviews. Fluting across water boundaries into the air  and out the window. Trying to explain in his sweating head why, oh why he keeps on writing words on paper. Or more honestly...

This is the Month I Didn’t Die

My mouth is wide open But I cannot swallow. In the beginning I needed a life of excitement and danger A colored light moving on a rippling wall A man tearing at my heart All was needed to wake me from the cold stone I was carved from. A run-down walk-up apartment...

Grandpa Victor Grahn

A celestial moon calls meTo an opening.A cauldronOf sea-sand and foam.Another riverUnder mild duress, but willing.From your legs of cypressA water baby,Born with kitchen wisdom. Will the water thatCarried us hereClaim us back againAs fish?Perhaps. Relationships ebb...

Grandma Mary Grahn

The shape of your smile Caught me up like a hungry fish And lay me flapping about In the bottom of your boat, In the fractured light and splendor of another sunset. A willing Prisoner of Love. Within the shimmering of tall grasses And the dance of lilies in the wind,...

Celebrate Being Straight

Learning how to deal With the opposite sex Can be so challenging   (There is much wringing of hands)   Sometimes it seems I am living with an alien From a distant planet   Something clicks sometimes And sweet "I love yous" Fly back and forth   Do we really need...

Pima County Auto Route, 1/11/2018

He says: "Let's go to the Dove of the Desert" Yesterday we were at the Casino And I won $13, his lucky number   So today it is the Dove of the Desert At WA'K or B'AK, the oldest continuously inhabited townsite in the lower 48,   Irrigated fields off the Santa Cruz...

Daffodil

Reaching out to a daffodil  On Sunday when the sky flew  My thoughts created raindrops  "What do you want?" I said "I'll give it to you then"  You know what I mean  So if you want this Do you want it retail or wholesale? No returns permitted  But if you don't  It's...

Thaw of the Frozen Soul

Hard truths betrothed to ecstasy  Lie in the fallow frozen ground  The screeching crows unhallowed ground    Now from that frozen fecund way  A spring of rilling water runs  Beneath the chilling iceberg runs    If frozen heart when level straight With little vision...

Apparitions (how little did we know)

1 Time travel is now. a real responsibility. as in. here I am. through the bliss. of jet-powered flight. freshly transmuted. from the 20th century. and eager for conversation 2 Night is become day. and day is night. now. in the cinemaesthetic. trance. how weirdly it...

Predicament

I am witness to my own birth. Like mythology’s Venus Born out of sea foam Another life… And another again Unfolding. Resurrection Is available to all humans. And our garden During Spring Equinox When balance of day and night, Light and shadow, Moves toward the light...

Thanksgiving 2017

The phone rings, not the cell phone, which I keep on the night table near my bed, but the phone, land-line, in the kitchen. I glance at the clock. Seven in the morning on Thanksgiving Day.  My Colorado son, Lance, calls to wish me well, discusses his plans to visit...

“Paco” Francisco Granados Ferro

“Paco” Francisco Granados Ferro living in bird land with St. Veronica from Granada spreading pomegranate knowledge to all who will listen about the war the civil war before the last world war we hope from the hills of Spain that lives in pain across the shore and out...

The Darkest Night

Turning on all Rebellion against rebellion itself The fire angels Burned in tallow candles Enumerating the night Spells cast By the Ouija Board And unheard of Whispers from beyond Upthrust In the nude light Shells of special consciousness Pealed Like evaporating...

Holly Pebbling 5-25-80

This is a poem that I wrote when I was separating from Holly’s Mother, and I was interested and impressed with how much she had to survive at the very young age of three or four. My younger daughter Holly lost her husband on October 1, to a motorcycle accident. She...

I Quit Playing Myself

Once upon a time I was a little boy Who liked lollipops And Ginger Roses And now I am old And it is time to stop. Even about that, I don't know Do I remember what the Ghost Said to Hamlet? Am I a straw mouse In indigo bunting? Or am I a hummingbird, Swift upon wings...

Untitled

The Czech version: Padl na mne velký smutek, Jak ten život rychle utek. The English version: I got hit by deeply sad and profound feeling Seeing last few layers of my life now peeling Jerry Stepanek October 2017

They Were Dancing In The Isles In 58

On the wings of flowersThe soul of me soars.I am part of life’s continuity:Now an elder with offerings,Beyond the ego and the challenges of my youthA sense of wisdom gained.  I allow myselfTime…To sit before poppies in bloomWith you.To dissolve into awareness.  Tell...

Flax

"FLAX" the label on the back of the white linen nightgown full-length, pure-white three bone buttons along front neckline opening. Bought ever-so-many years ago worn regularly during all seasons washed and sun-dried, weather permitting. I loved that nightgown...

Monstrance

A doomsday prophet proclaims the end of the world is coming, and I think yes, but not yet. Of course the evolution of earth's lifetime will result in destruction, still - not yet.  I haven't filled my dance card, kissed enough toads, or journeyed into a mystical...

Repose

Your head in the blue sky your feet in the blue lake your back at rest against your pack. You are a mountain of food for two ants crawling up your arms. You are an invisible speck for the juniper Pine clinging to the top of the granite cliff. You feel the cool...

February, 1981

No signs beyond the warning,‘Primitive Road,’In the big wide openOf high plains, fields of wheatAnd soon-to-be-planted earth.  Something begged me to knowThe hum of this road,Her closed whispersAt a slow-measured-pace,Alongside tufts of grainAnd dust-devilsToward the...

Untitled

Past fifty it's hard to find new sacrificial victims to blame for ones unhappiness. All these years I've been waiting for the soulful perfection of others to appear like a magical key and unlock my heart. Then I would be filled with loving-kindness; it would roll in...

Love Is Not A Word

On the wings of flowersThe soul of me soars.I am part of life’s continuity:Now an elder with offerings,Beyond the ego and the challenges of my youthA sense of wisdom gained.  I allow myselfTime…To sit before poppies in bloomWith you.To dissolve into awareness.  Tell...

Big Sur

"I am weak, I am weary, I am worn" Traditional hymn Orange full moon stallsBack to the eastern horizon it fallsIn retrograde motionA dancing notion The western hill eats the moonThe eastern mountains greet the sunThank the good LordRetrograde motion has been...

Untitled

They sat together on the grainey grey rocks, only the space of her leaning hand between them, a hand twisted and gnarled, blue veins like tiny mountains erupting from the brown spotted surface of her skin. He reached out and put his hand over hers - a half sized hand,...

I Am A Spy

I am a spy in the house of me. I live in disguise, my metaphoric black fedora slanted across my forehead, my belted trench coat flapping wide as I stride with purpose through dark and stormy nights. Though the streetlamps cast weak spotlights all around me, the black...

Two Haiku

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Pietersite’s Omen

The burning rubble tumbles from the ridge To valley floors where water once ran clear, Illuminates a long sustaining bridge Whose last passage across is growing near. The omens of an elemental force Hint toward a shift of global reaching range, With power to disrupt...

Prism Feelings

‘Seek Not to Find the ‘SAME’ in things from past experience, A treasured moment, or a kiss. I had a dream last night that led me on a path of inquiry and recognition: of myself, of us, of perfection in the moment. When I catch myself looking back in time, in...

Tucson Veteran’s Hospital, 2016

It shines todayJust as it shone twenty years agoWhile I sataloneand surroundedbereftand fulfilledAn imbalance of conflicting realities. Each year my mother sent a box of gifts,chosen, wrapped, labeledfor me Not for the threeWhose hands thrust through the torn paperAnd...

Scorched Brown Black

The scorched brown black earth telling cinder tales of just passed fire storms Lining the road to the Monastery at Tassajara. In the mountains of the Salinian's near the sacred spring of another tribe The Buddha chants the Bells ring. The stones of the walls wait on...

Environmental Services Truck #6110

Night slipped in under the door pouring across the floor rising to the ceiling. With the dark came the fear also rising beneath my feet into my heart and gut. It struck me there, curled in bed under the sheets wrapped in blankets pillows over my ears. Praying I would...

The Tight Rope Walker

The heights can be dizzying Balancing On seeing feet Light and airy Or losing control The walk No longer sustainable The fall Inevitable And falling An eternity Wondering Will the safety net hold? Chris Lovette Tucsan, AZ Sept 2017

Rattlesnake

We kept the baby rattlesnake In an aquarium In the homemade bookshelf Made of cinder blocks and wood planks The baby rattlesnake learned How to crawl up the side of the aquarium And to get out And to hide In one of the holes in the cinder blocks That held up the...

Grand Canyon

when you approach the lookout packed tight with people their hands stretched to heaven they hold small boxes they briefly look at them to rise them again and again fracking the Grand Canyon into small fragments to be deconstructed into a fuzzy memory of the...

Untitled

The rich plasma of space and time flows in infinite waves through out the cosmos within no bounds. On the circle with no beginning or end. The storms from the south brought lightning bolt the swords of Mars God of War. Into the peaceful night. Good or evil sad or...

Crow Struts

Crow struts along the road hop bopping as crows will do on the ground the yellow brown mountains begin to once again appear from out of the dark His head up morsel searching telling the trees that the time has come to shed the night cast off the dark so the twitter...

Untitled

Preamble: Small tremors of love ignite feelings so fresh decades of living melt into a clear pond where, upon reflection among ripples created by thoughts, your life clearly viewed becomes you. Lately, my love becomes as though arrow-born, soars straight, stops at...

Music of Love

Monstrance is an altar dedicated to the Great Mother in all her aspects. The image shown is a detail, about 20"X15" of a sculpture that is nearly 7' tall, 3' wide, 2' deep. The whole piece weighs about 300 lbs.   John Dotson March 2017...

Pentecost Veil, Antechamber

The deep background for this structure is my childhood in upper eastern Tennessee. There was a door there, and the door is still there. I can freely walk through this door no matter where I am on Earth, no matter how old I am, no matter what drama is unfolding....

Through the Universe

Spring will arrive again as it always has before and after then and now. The scent of it lain in the mind. Blossoms poking their heads above the snow. Whiteness reflecting color to the edge of time. Through halls of memory down the cascade of time long gone. Past the...

Apache Tears

Did you ever see them? Little orbs of obsidian Grape sized Someone dubbed them Apache Tears You used to find them At many volcanic sites around the Southwest Molten glass blown skyward Falling back as Apache Tears Luz lays in bed at her son’s Hooked up to oxygen for...

Grief Interrupted

Spring will arrive again as it always has before and after then and now. The scent of it lain in the mind. Blossoms poking their heads above the snow. Whiteness reflecting color to the edge of time. Through halls of memory down the cascade of time long gone. Past the...