Eckhart and Heidelberg
        philosophy in German words
                  mystical is my mind allured

                               Max!

Movies, movies this summer
I plot and place the Ace
Lost in Translation
Aliens in Space

The City of Brotherly Love
Fr. John Disgrace
Thank you, Andy Dove
The poetry of place

Fettuccini Alfredo
The beauty of her face
Carolina Inn
White sheets, black lace

Just could not, could not
Just could not replace
Gonna disappear
Disappear with a trace

           Kyoto case

Religious emotion
I've got it too
Bipolar elevation
A Marginal Jew

I'm tired y lonely
Boredinary blues
Don't read much now
Only confuse

My son is my lifeline
My sons are my hope
Duomo in Florence
An Asian woman Pope?


              We elope ....

Some people get mythologized
Jesus, Mohammed, the Buddha
The mystery is why
Why and how and when

Thomas Builds-the-Fire
Dr. William Thomas
Linkoping Cathedral
San Francisco Zen

My nights are lonely quiet
To sleep perchance to dream
Coached volleyball twice in Taipei
Head coach from Canada: Ken.

I don't know what synchronicity is
Or UFOs
Or aliens
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The shallowness of American religion
Words, words, words

I'd like a carrier pigeon
But I don't think she heard

Hope in the little way
But despair again within

Janey had a baby
Wasn't any sin

She and I, Dr. Thomas
Twins?

American Christianity is American Ignorance
Straight on loan from God

Canada not too far away
Vancouver:  both beautiful and odd

Asia in the Pacific Northwest
Blue twilght fades to dark

There we are, all of us
Drinking tea in Stanley Park

             Hark!

I like I Walk the Line
Gave it to my brother
Break My Rusty Cage
Reunited with my mother

I like empty churches
San Francisco Zen
Falafel with rice
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Lonely cool before dawn
6:28
I send to Judi
Susan emails Cate

Something about the mist
The Call of Misty Mountains
1937
Candidates debate

                 I wait.

I know that I'm ridiculous
Like lonesome life itself

I just cannot stop writing
David Markson on my shelf

Will Ferrell does George W.
Will Ferrell fun in Elf

Why do I keep writing?
Don't really know myself

               Desperate!

Know Thyself
Those wise old Greeks
Te Amo
Ms. Susan Meek

Help me help her
Hide and seek
Korean food
Asian teak

Know Thyself
Wendy Darling
Hannibal Lector
Clarice Starling

Plotting, Planning
Near DC
Kairotic moment
Let it Be.

           We

Midnight drive - foggy, misty, eerie alive
     only one other car and here we are
        shared stories of the Dead again
               riding the Night Trane!

Slowly guacamole
One day at a time
A little basketball
Cranberry juice with lime

Another world to live in
Yes, Alton Meyer
Exoplanets spin
Humanity higher and higher

Fr. Greeley was true
George W. a liar
Reno Rendezvous
Demons and desires

              Fires!

Vinnie Testaverde
Jesuit high school coach

I too have been to Tampa
La Florida I still approach

Salvador Dali Museum
Lincoln, John of the Cross

Of her I keep on thinkin'
Silence: win or loss?

              ambiguous

if politics is the Abyss
and the sacred has been corrupted

what to do when faced with this
the evidence deducted?

literature might lead the way
stories remake lives

traveling and telling tales
also thrill to thrive

movies also call to all
who yearn for mythic dark

so too wandering woods in solitude
or playing in the park

but poetry and music
create my highest hopes

the words, the sounds, the hidden things
when they form my soul elopes

and dances at night with those who sing
of love and heart and truth

though older now, I find my way
long gone, now found - my youth!

Blue water, open bridge
    Highlander ridge
          loneliness

Basketball tonight with my son
             Airpods. Swings.
                  Thank you.

It all just slips away
And I can't find her twice
At the end of the bar sat a girl named Star
And ooo dat girl looked nice!

Wendy means friend
Peter Pan
Darling Nikki
And her device

La Florida
Purple Rain
Adam Raised a Cain
Adam Raised him thrice

              Throwin' Dice

Leonard
You sang for inner directed
adolescents
lovers in all degrees of anguish
******* peepers
disappointed Platonists
hair-handed monks
and Popists

Leonard
you sang for me

Late along in London
still quite beautifully

when I enter
the dark Void

whatever it is
we see

courage, please,
and friendship

hineni, hineni

The only heaven is libraries
Such a quiet space
Remembrances of horrors
Lostfound human race

I like universities
But trains are 10 times better
Maybe it was just her hair
Maybe that's why I cannot forget her

Something about that smile
But it doesn't really matter now
Lost and lonely lingers
To the Notecard Quartet I bow

Never became a monk
Never took that vow
Cemeteries. Monasteries.
Trappist 1 waterwow

              Meow.

One for the Baudelaire orphans
One for Mr. Poe
One for Things Not Seen
One for Reno snow

Eliade endures
Look out Saul Bellow!
Quietness allures
Bocce ***** we throw

        Mary's land we go.

Am I creating worlds then leaving?
No, planting mustard seeds.
Or maybe stealing bases
Watch me get my lead

Rickey Henderson
Seattle's Ichiro
Bert "be home" Blyleven
I'm a Pirate: gotta go

             Yo ** **!

If you seek anew the sacred
Be prepared to find
The reality of terror
Inside your seeking mind

For that which you encounter
Within the inner world
Also remains hidden
Like a scroll as yet unfurled

Precisely how to read it
Even you don’t know
Though it lives within you latent
Its power does not show

Until it ventures forth
As a seeker in a storm
In search of human hearts
To protect and keep it warm

Holy, holy, holy
The angels do proclaim
Dialectically divorcing
Sacred from profane

All inside the Circle
Indeed is sanctified
Including (alas for humans)
A frightening Shadow side

So if you do discover
A hierophany
You must resist temptation
To praise uncritically

Cultivate the silence
Learn to grow in trust
But remember all things human
Remain ambiguous

The deepest prayer is not
“O Lord, let me do thy will”
For the ignorant will twist it
And use it soon to ****

All that they see as different
Unusual and strange
Dualistically destroying
Any other Name

So let our prayer be honest
Faithful and aware
Of how the coward’s soul
Is afraid to dare

O God! I do believe
Please transform my grief
Make me both dove and serpent
Strengthen Thou my unbelief!

My fear of forever forgotten
My fear of sins remembered

                    Woe is me.

Drivin' in my car
Dylan in my ears
Keep him safe protected
Fightin' back my fears

Drivin' late at night
Rain, gentle rain
Tired. Exoplanets.
Salamanca, Spain

3 days in Vienna
All that beautiful snow
Wedding in Tel Aviv
Wedding in Tokyo

Try to be a good dad
Try to carry on
3 dear deer
Temple of the Dawn

           Bangkok!

Yes, the Irish love to drink
Sing, and play the fiddle in the band
But the question for us in England is:
How shall we give them back their land?

Chesterton was a genius
To me and GBS this is quite clear
And so, my fellow Americans
Our country indeed is dear:
But how shall we give the Native Americans back their land
When so many of them are no longer here?

Blake was entranced
By his own imagination
He wrote several great poems
But I hope to avoid that trap

I have intense fantasies
I told her also
But there is no Dulcinea
Cate is as real as it gets

I listen to Kenny Rogers
Prince. Emmylou.
John Denver I sent to Denver
And the story of the Trappists

The test of inspiration
Is inside of you, not me
The work is done, then forgotten
On your mark. Get set ...

**** and 17
My little Rock N' Roll Queen
Just a little bit obscene
Carolina blue, Irish Green

What I like about you
And I like Ben Vereen
All That Jazz
Feelin' groovy, Tolkien tween

Chapel of the Cross
At times just a bit mean
I am so into you
And she is in between

Dylan in Tahoe
Seattle homeless scene
Dylan in Orlando
Jolene! Jolene! Jolene!

    Rolling Stone magazine

So I was an English teacher
Taught the tweens
My favorite middle school book:
Things Not Seen

I like Carl Hiaasen
My favorite of his is Flush
The Green Light!
Her blush

Katniss Everdeen
I volunteer! I volunteer!
I drive
You steer

Still love the Hobbit
The Eagle and the Child
Young minds
Curiosity running wild

           Las bibliotechas!

I wake from a frightening dream
Grateful for waking up

Make me a true team
Make me an empty cup

Sinful proclivities
Yes, I still got 'em

Still to do my best
My best from top to bottom

                  new day

life is a horror story
America is too

but oh those sacred days
when I was still with you

i hope you find true love
i love you yes I do

a poem in the Night
my heart alight for you

aliens in the parking lot
but New Mexico far away

green indeed means to me
far more than I can say

7:37 and I’m home by 11
Stanley Yelnats and Zero today

my sons and I reunite
the grateful calloo callay

We die without ever knowing
Sad. Sad but true.
Her voice is gentle caring
Her eyes midnight blue

Marguerite Porete
Sentenced to the fire
George W. Bush
All American Liar

Everybody loves Thai food
Yellow curry, sticky rice
All those Asian rains
Mango. Very nice.

Watchin' a lot of movies
Sleeping late and long
Pretty far from Bangkok
Where I was farang

                 thinking

In Satellite Beach the first outreach
     deep within, letters unfurled
             She’s like the Wind
                   I’m twirled

                   Galway Girl

In a meaningless world you drift
No purpose to the days

Hints come and go
Despondency portrays

Life as suffering
I remember Elvin Hayes

Bullets now the Wizards
37 craze.

He calls Red Pine credulous
Superstitious. A believer in foreign fables.
I listen to the lecture
Yes, I am intrigued

Rainmaker
Chungnan Mountains
Men ask the Way
Arrival need

Spirit houses
Coincidence
Mysteries
Mustard seeds

Fo Guang Shan
Shamanic trance
Camus in France
Quiet creed

      Tea Indeed

American Despair
1 is the loneliest number
I told Mark about her hair
I think I'm goin' under

2 can be as bad as 1
3 is fantasy
Death Comes for the Archbishop
Also come for me

              Moroccan mint tea

in the early morning light
four dear deer

in the lengthening afternoon
my darling son draws near

in the twilight basketball court
Max from Heidelberg appears

                                    Philo-Sophia!

So I was on a bus
Crossing  Brooklyn Bridge
Rollin' through New York City
Twilight. Summer sky.

The guide was reading Walt Whitman
Crossing  Brooklyn Ferry
Time avails not. Distance avails not.
Lai La Lai!

O you future people!
I saw a Strawberry Moon
Show her Flaming June
Starships form and fly

In my meditations
In your transmigrations
In their elevations
Try try try!

            Ay! Ay! Ay!

I don't really have friends
Politics portends
Life goes on until it ends

                    Reno!

I have fond memories of Sweden
A very good country
Apartment in the city
Food, coffee shops

Cycling by the Baltic
Thai singers in the park
Gamla Stan alone
Remember me to Mark

Max Von Sydow
Snow Falling on Cedars
I have obsessive love
And I love Ishmael

Moby **** in my car
Call me an intense reader
Yo soy un silent pleader
Ain't no tongue can tell

    Thomas Frederick Witherell

The Buddhist insight is terrifying
But surely appears to be true

Life is endless change
Ain't nothin' we can do

This too shall pass
Parsed by Abraham Lincoln

Transience but still the Mass
Is the Way my mind is thinkin'

Possibly beyond good and evil
Probably into the Holy

I pray for beauty in memory retrieval
And protection when confronting

                    The Souly Solely

The Episcopal Church is the pretty one
But I do not step inside
Deer sleeps in the grass
I walk down Franklin Street

Vegetarian hot dogs
Pineapple pizza
Jay's teleportation
The free bus gives me greet

Amber in the post office
Tolkien tattoos
SauRon Desantis
Huey Lewis and the News

Duke kicked me out
I am UNC
Basketball at midnight
It's a tarheel life for me

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