Dream before Nonno died. He was a fisherman. Ink on notebook paper, 2003.
Fragments {and a cashmere wrap}
The cashmere wrap finally arrived in the mail
so much weighs on this stole
‘opportunity a thief makes’
he said before giving me homework
— how we love.
“A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep”
Saul Bellow
A lot weighs on this stole:
conversation is rippled with diamonds
they tumble , heavy, they are words, quotes
…out of the mundane…
a pearl – grasp it and keep it.
Wisdom is the only jewelry I wear this season
and my greediness awaits
meaning.
He who grasps more than he can hold, would be better without any.
If a house is crammed with treasures of gold and jade,
it will be impossible to guard them all.
Lao Tzu
Did you hear the sound of wisdom, Heart?
The message you sought.
My only wealth is my memory.
Like a mendicant I gather precious words,
fragments of light that I bring back,
puzzles I spend days composing.
– You, collector of spirit, feeder of souls.
Everyone wants to go to Heaven, no-one wants to die.
The falcon, scarred wing, alighted the sill.
– the magpies, once they have caught the prey,
lose interest
and look around for the next creature to pursue-
Yogis come and go,
grasp their message
Catch leaves in the wind
take them home, make a nest.
Heaven is simple:
let go of anything that is not love or peace.
San Diego, December 15, 2011
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