Poem by e.e. cummings

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy […]

If I Spoke

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear You would ride the sound Back to the beginning and see who you really are. If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water. If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter Would fill the […]


In silence older than the sun the desert hold me like a lover needing little, offering nothing but peace– A voice in the wilderness “There is no lasting happiness here Samsara, samsara.” darkness older than silence Older than the coyote howl hunting song of the owl the bat wing flick, mule deer kick To move […]