God Is In The Radio

Poetry

  • First Bite of Truth

    First bite of truththe teaching entersa seed in the mouth Sitting stillit dissolves into marrowbecomes what you are Continue reading

    First Bite of Truth
  • What Promised Land Waits?

    Who begs for justiceyet plugs his earswhen told the gates swing onlyfor the burdened and bowed? Who says all are equalthough some begin their walkat tilted doorsand end in ditcheshaunted by demons? What house sells trinkets in the lobbybut no… Continue reading

    What Promised Land Waits?
  • When Nothing is Held

    Let go of the selfthe ideas, the namesthe images, the shadows In the emptinessnothing is missing The same energythat turns the seasonsmoves through you The universeis not outside It is what you arewhen nothing is held Continue reading

    When Nothing is Held
  • Just a Thought

    A thought is just a thoughtSeen as nothing moreit driftsno meaning to chaseno weight to hold Only thenits true nature appearsarisingpassinggone Continue reading

    Just a Thought
  • Nothing Special

    Nothing special herenot you, not me A walk in spring aira meal shared with familythe drive to the officea day in the park Each moment arrivesexactly as it shouldno need to ask why Continue reading

    Nothing Special
  • What Truth is Best?

    In the future, I see colors brightThat never once have met my sight Old family faces smile at meBeside a map of what might be A golden key unlocks my headWhere forgotten dreams are spread I asked the gods, “What… Continue reading

    What Truth is Best?
  • Nothing Stands Apart

    So much to live forso much to die for We are far from paradiseyet never far from ourselves To be fully human in this worldis to welcome everythingthe wound, the wonderthe joy, the love All of it is the divineNothing… Continue reading

    Nothing Stands Apart
  • A Prayer

    I pray for my neighborwho is violent toward his wifeI pray for my so-called political enemieswho in truth are not so different from me I pray for my familyI pray for the strangers I will never knowand for the people… Continue reading

    A Prayer
  • What Follows?

    It walks behind meyet it has no feet It grows longerwith every choice I make I dive into waterI curl into bedstill it needles my skinstill it whispers in my head It speaks of tomorrowof mending and breaking anew Each… Continue reading

    What Follows?
  • Turning From the Chase

    turning from the chasewealth, status, comfortexcitement’s promise one finds the quiet pathsimplicity waitsa clear breatha wholesome wishresting in itself Continue reading

    Turning From the Chase