Let the hearts of ten thousand warriors
Fighting for their very food
Fill your glowing heart
And bring you the saintly touch
To heal every broken wound.
Let the hearts of a Spring sparrow
Be the outlook worn upon your sleeve
Bringing your every breath a song
That coos you into peace.
Let the heart of an aging grandpa
Fill your very depths
So that every step you take forth
Is wisdom in every touch
And a smile so deep it resonates
Like the crystal vases on the shelf
That hold a memory so strong
It’s a smile upon your face.
Tag: saint
Dirt and the Saints (day 3041)
I sat there understanding nothing
No question to my mind
Yet sorted out was a figment
Lost in a region I wouldn’t dare enter again
For I had fought that battle
Recklessly
I had lain that flying Dragon down
With my Sword I had wielded mighty
Patiently sitting
Understanding nothing
And staving off the thoughts
That raced around mine head
For inside of them
Lurked what voices I had yet to recognize
Some surely to be Saints
Some no doubt to be Dirt.
Saint (day 3002)
I want to be the Saint that took you there
Walk along the sea, tightly held
Memories for me at the edge
Grand opening of what I want to become.
There’s a secret you’ve shared with me
Uncommon in its every breath
And I can hold you amidst
Setting sun and morning rise.
Make it home so I can see
Special, this touch you share
Welcoming me, sweetest treasure
A drop in my clarity.
Summoning (day 2998)
Grown again in a bewilderment
The scene set itself for a moment
Faintest of light enlivening
Our Hero, pure at heart,
For inside the locale
That each now stood
Awoke a deepening murmur
That rustled the very coattails
Of all those passers-by.
Calmly, coolly, saintly,
Our Hero began to outstretch
His all encompassing gratitude
In a moment of sanctity
At once summoning
That which all had come and sought.
Love For Me (day 2430)
Love for me I cannot see
Amidst a jungle of tropics
– Canopy my heart burgeons –
Letter from an envelope
Stamped, embossed and sealed secure.
Patron saint tickling me
(Rummage in a broken bag
A morsel once saved: depart)
Planning with another name –
Sunlight reaching out.
Relapse Saint (day 2368)
My lingering resists death,
It coddles a beat
That speaks only in a muffled tongue
Wishing for a silence
Evening powerlines consume.
Can you collapse here?
My traces will not forgive thee,
They will not remember thee,
And too long ago now
They set thee onto a passenger train
Curling up into a ball
And rambling onward
With wishes
Of a recovering saint
Collapsing into relapse.
Weathered (day 2209)
Wished I was a saint
Took my cane with me to work
Held on to a weathered hand
Was caught out in the rain
Left a symbol in the earth
Growth that clouded all designs
Held on to a weathered hand
Ate my heart out in the sun
Giving to little was my lonely grave
Lest beggars break in to settle my nerves
Held on to a weathered hand
There I lay saddened by time
Saints (day 1865)
Call me lonesome blues
Inside a lost and wholesome moon
I’ve made a call
To all my saints
Left traces without an answer.
And if my phone were to ring out
And voices did talk back
Well, who would be a smoking stack
But the heart of my lonesome blues.
So get me upon a saddle, soon,
I’ve become the warrior long,
I’ve had my beans, cleaned in the stream,
And wishing now for soil.
Ashram Day 18 (day 1421)
When this voice begins to rise
Like a letter I did not write
Could you hold your hand out now?
I’m a Saint and you’re the cloud.
If this sound was more then that,
If words were meant for writing
Would the pen keep upright marks?
To pause between the breaths.
All my paper has begun to curl,
And you’re the little triangles
I’ve drawn around the page
To fit between my mind.
The Creep (day 1226)
I am the creep
Lurching in your dreams
Lying around to wait
Out untimely interruptions.
I am the Patron Saint
Leaving smear marks on the wall.
Godly is mistaken
Underneath forgotten layers.