There is no church.....

There is no church, no synagogue, no mosque, no temple

Big enough to hold my faith—I love the solemn spaces—

The stained glass windows of the churches, the golden light

Of Buddhist temples, the sacredness of synagogues and the

Prayerfulness of the mosque but it is the light of the sun which

Lights the windows, the voice of the sutras which greets

The Buddha, the prayers of devotion in the mosque that I hear

Light and voice and spirit and faith are my sacred space

In which I worship and the world will try to take it away from you

At the bus stop, in traffic, in politics, in the evening news,

In failed friendships but the sun shines on all of us and

Gravity keeps us all in our place while we work it out

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Pick Up Truck

Decades ago riding, in the back of a pick-up truck, My good buddy Rick and I were talking philosophy, Truth and Counter-truth I told him—waddya mean? Life is both real and an illusion--particle-wave duality We are flesh and we are spirit—50 years later, my flesh Has lower back pain and sciatica but the spirit still loves Riding in the back of pick-up trucks—which is now illegal

Kyiv—Ancient city on the Dnieper. These river waters have flowed for more centuries then are counted in history books And will continue to flow after all the puppets have turned to dust and new trees have grown in groves by the Dnieper. Were these banks once paradise, before our ancient ones built a village here? Did an ancient shaman have visions of what would happen here? The dance of the puppets pulled by the strings of history. Warriors and chieftains, then kings and lords, tyrants and Czars, Nazis and Soviets all acting out their puppet dramas— Their strings pulled by the dark lords of power and lust, greed and fear and anger. How many times can a city of people be a battle ground? Kyiv—in the 1920’s, the Bolsheviks imposed the collectives. The collectives failed. Thousands died of hunger. Hitler’s storm troopers made Kyiv a nightmare where thousands were sent

Blue Dog

Blue Dog, Bark at the rabbits and Chase the squirrels back to the nest. Darkness awaits us just behind twilight. The owls and coyotes will watch us With eyes that see in the night.

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