Wise Poets, Personal Writings, Clouds And Wisdom
There is something in the pang of change — More than the heart can bear — Unhappiness remembering happiness. Euripides From The Archives - Originally Published June 29, 2018Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) 🌹For Kathleen Sherrill - Happy Birthday Remember To Remember When all that remains of me are my cremated ashesdon’t store them …
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From The Archives - Originally Published February 22, 2018 Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) My Father’s Son I became my father’s sonnot borne of his angerbut of my mother’s grace.My older brother was his favorite,from the same mold they were made.He was distant from meand absent from us all.I hid from him in solitude,my mother …
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She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse—for Death, he said, can never come between lovers. Naguib Mahdouz (December 11, 1911 – August 30, 2006) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye I never thought the last time we said,“Good bye,” would be the …
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Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement. Alice Koller (September 13, 1925 – July 21, 2020) From The Archives - The Poetry Of Tao Writer (TPOTW) …
From The Archives - The Poetry Of Tao Writer (TPOTW) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) This Hollow Emptiness In My Soul At a time like this I want to writeabout the joy of your life and not my pain.I want everyone to share your wisdom,hear your laughter, know your devotion to Jehovah,but all I …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The One Held For most of my adult life I have been a holder. I draw away the pain as best I can.I am the one who holds. Arms are good for that. They were made to wrap around and embrace. Arms cannot run like legs or see like …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Want Ad Booksconversationbreakfast in beda rainy Sunday morningfollowing an enchantedSaturday night— Please reply.
In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great masters try to tell us. Peter Matthiessen Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Uninvited Guest There was no movementaway from the sorrowin any direction.It was an uninvited guesttaking refugein my home,lingering like a fat catsprawled outin the morning sun.What could …
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It’s all very strange. You can be walking along, not thinking of anything in particular. Suddenly you’re reminded of a lost love. Charlie Brown (Charles Shultz) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) If You Had Not Died Today If you had not died when you did,so many things could have been shared.As it turns out I …
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Life, Death, and Time Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Memento Mori (Remember You Will Die) At my age, Death is always waiting just around the corner,standing in the half hidden doorways of my favorite hauntsin a mix of shadows and light, rolling my life or deathbetween his spiny fingers like a pair of dice.Sometimes …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I Want I wantto write more than wordsthat say I love you.I wantto write poetry that fillsyour heart with ecstasy,your mind with wonder,your body with burning desire.I wantto write wordswhich move your eyes to tears,fill your ears with the sweetnessof the loon’s lonely cry.I wantto write of momentsyou’ll remember more …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Three O’clock In The Morning I like my coffee black,my whiskey on the rocks,my wine chilled in a flat bottom glass—the way they serve it in Italy.I like my woman in ecstasy,moaning my name out loud.My eggs, scrambled,moist but not runny.I like my sheets and towelsmade of cotton, sun …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) A Heart Attack I had just closed the doorWhen it came from all directionsA weight upon my chestA pain not previously knownCaused by a swelling of my heart.The veins contracting downthe back of my neck.My left arm, stiffens in pain.Training or memoryI know not which...AspirinI find the bottle but …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Stand Undiminished Taken from my motherland in chainsto travel waters unknown by me,to toil in soil unfamiliar to my hands.Forced to speak a languagewhich does not sing.Exploited, enslaved, whipped and hanged.Defined in a constitutionas three fifths of a man.I stood beside you in battleagainst common foes.I stood before you, in …
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Being fully present isn’t something that happens once and then you have achieved it; it’s being awake to the ebb and flow and movement and creation of life, being alive to the process of life itself. Pema Chödrön (July 14, 1936 -) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)Presence You were here this morning when I …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Layers Of Memory You unfold in layers like the sheet, blanket,and comforter wrapped around me.You are a memory, alive from not long ago.Why now do you rise up from your nothingnessto awaken in my mind. This body asleep?I would have remembered you ina time more suited to your grandeur.You, …
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Manifest plainness, Embrace simplicity, Reduce selfishness, Have few desires. Lao-Tzu Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Everything It’s happening again—the swelling of wavesinside this vesselI call my body.I become the oceanand the sky.I am the starsspreading light acrossthis darkness.Everything isinside of meIn this world whereI am everything.
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Of Love, Remembrance The smell and feel of sun dried sheetsThis EarthMornings with nothing to doFreedomThe serene silence of meditationSolitudeCroaking of the evening frogsWordsRainbows floating across my roomImaginationWaddling ducks along the streamNatureThe sandbox where I play and dreamFunThe whispered touch of the morning sunBeginningsThose perfect memories of things to …
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Each friend represents a world in us possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. —Anaïs Nin Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) January 06, 2002 We met while walking in different directionsgoing to and from a memory of the paston that bright warm …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) A Speck Of StarDust I saw in a dream… Last night a speck of stardust fell throughmy closed eyelid and lodged itself,unmovable, into my existence.I woke this morning at a lost for wordsto describe the experience of this dream.What word could explain or extrapolatethis feeling I am? Words would …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I Want I wantto write more than wordsthat say I love you.I wantto write poetry that fillsyour heart with ecstasy,your mind with wonder,your body with burning desire.I wantto write wordswhich move your eyes to tears,fill your ears with the sweetnessof the loon’s lonely cry.I wantto write of momentsyou’ll remember …
You ask where you will lie after your death? Where lie the souls unborn? Seneca Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) A Serendipitous Occasion We exchanged our vows betweena rising full moon and an ocean setting suna top a dune made of sand,Two different points of reference,not an ending or a beginning,but a blending of …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Desires At what pointdo we no longerdesireour desires?Like a dreamforgottenin an instant.The detailsno longer alive—Hiding therein the cornersof the forebodingdark shadows.Do we forget,So that we mightdream again,of the thingswe so desire?
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Let’s Not Say GoodBye Neither of us slept soundly last nightYou, thinking about your early morning flightto a place far away, and not wanting to oversleep.Me, holding onto and thinking about you...leaving. I tried to see you in the darknessbut your closed eyelids protected yourgreen, brown eyes from my …
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One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Dream of Dying It is difficult to distinguish reality in a dream.Last night I fell into a sub-zero chemical vat.I fought my way to the side and pulled myself outas the freezing death worked its way up my body.Colleagues froze in fear, as the outcome was certain.She cried, as …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I Will Write All Day I will write all day, today, not try to squeezecreativity between a this or a that,between nowhere and somewhere to be.My imagination will stretch with thebright morning shadowscreeping slowlyacross the green shimmering leaves.I will see a flower and create a dedication,dive into a juicy, …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Written Word I write becauseI am a lover of words.I want to breathe hopeinto this joy of being alive.Give it air to make a soundthen shape and moldthe sound into a word.Give it meaning, so one dayI will read these wordsand remember, why I am here.But for now, …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Dream Of Execution I saw in a dream... That was me standing there in front of the firing squad,my hands tied behind me, an unlit cigarette dangling from my lips,reliving the story of a life which truly I did not know I had lived.Was I the General who lead …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) This Love That I’m Feeling I awaken to your light, your smell, the morning dew.You are everything I love. My beloved, my life.You are the thoughts I string into possibilities.My dreams, the pages of a book.We fit together, intermingling ourselvesinto the words of the other's sentences.You are the verbs …
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There is one other thing to know...when you have expressed yourself to the fullest, then and only then will it dawn upon you that everything has already been expressed, not in words alone but in deed, and that all you need really do is say Amen! Henry Miller Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Moments If I could master just one art,it would be the art of letting go:of people I have known and loved,of places I’ve traveled to and livedof sunsets and full moons I’ve witnessed.I would let go of this momentas quickly as it appears,faster if I could.I would let go of …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Listening I have been listening my entire lifeFirst to my mother’s heart beat asI floated in her mixture of embryonic fluids.What else was there for me to do, butlisten in amazement to the surroundings of my new self.To witness sound while my closed eyes waited to open. I listened …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) This Time Alone And so I spend my time rememberingthat brightness which fills my souland tears apart my heart.The courtship of queen and king,the journeys shared and taken,the love which held us togetherwhen no hope could save us.I open each door hoping you’ll appearif only as a ghostly wisp …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) In The Absence Of Time I know a place where time hasno points of reference to hold onto,no hands sweeps across its well worn face,no seconds eat away at existence,no flashing light marks the arrival or passing.Here, in this infinite space, all dreams live forever.Everything, is expressed in the …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Three O’clock In The Morning I like my coffee black,my whiskey on the rocks,my wine chilled in a flat bottom glass—the way they serve it in Italy.I like my woman in ecstasy,moaning my name out loud.My eggs, scrambled,moist but not runny.I like my sheets and towelsmade of cotton, sun …
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The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common. Ralph Waldo Emerson Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Wisdom These things I know— The soft words of love.The solitary dreams of a poet.The song of a thousand crickets.The voice of a crying heart.The pain and serenity of death.The foretelling of dreams.What …
But above all, the poet, is he who names things... And that's the poet's mission, profound and sacred communication. And another word for that is love. Carlos Fuentes Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) One Word If I could have but one word to describe you,it would not be a word like "love" or "God,"for …
Anything you can think of is likely to pass away. Rumi Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) If If I had held you more tightly,would you still have pushed me awayIf I had loved you more passionately,would you still have lied about himIf I had given you all of me,would you still have held something …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Take Me Death Like a ghost from times passedYou creep up silently behind me.Unwilling to confront me eye to eye.You remain hidden in my blind spot.Then you tap me on my shoulderAnd quickly disappear back into your hell,As I turn around to find no one is there.Why do you …
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it—and I do and always have—then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it. May Sarton …
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She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse—for Death, he said, can never come between lovers. Maguib Mahdouz Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye I never thought the last time we said,“Good bye,” would be the last time.If I had known, I would …
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What keeps me alive is found between the images, between the words, between thought, the emptiness of feeling, and in the emptiness of the body...there arises the fullness and significance of life… —Basarab Nicolescu Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Life’s Greatest Gift I have received so many gifts,appearing as presents from you.The still, shadowy, …
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There is something in the pang of change — More than the heart can bear — Unhappiness remembering happiness. Euripides Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Remember To Remember When all that remains of me are my cremated ashesdon’t store them in an urn upon the mantel.No love is in that stone — a shrine …
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If we fall in love deeply enough, we fall through our sense of two, into the One. So if you fall in love, fall totally into love, so you fall into the One. Adyashanti Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Until Now I never understood themeaning of love poetry,until now.I never cried so many tearsfor …
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. Carl Jung Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I Am I am hereI am male with a strong animaI am Black, connected with a minority culture and raceI am the son of a loving mother and an absent fatherI am human, a multidimensional beingI am a loner, preferring my own company to that of othersI am a …
...Then the caterpillar got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, ”One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.” “One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?” thought Alice to herself. “Of the mushroom,” said the Caterpillar, just …
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The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived. Søren Kierkegaard Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Here, Dreaming Of There Have you ever dreamed of beingin a different time and place?Was the setting large and empty,the …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I Know You Have A Beautiful Body You ask me how it is I know, you have a beautiful bodywhen my hands have never caressed the small of your back.My lips has never sensed the nape of your long flowing neck.Our bodies have never laid silent in our shared …
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All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days. Hafiz Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Last Time We Touched How could I have told youthe first time we met,that you,had preceded you.Your smileseen through …
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Imprint Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats; only delicate natures can realize their sensitive nervous systems. Helen M. Winslow Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Imprint Your entry the night before was almost silent,except for the brush of your bodyagainst the screen door.Walking across the room on cat pawshoping not to awaken, then gently …
There is only one success... to be able to spend your life in your own way. Christopher Morley Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Invisible Hands Whatever it wasthat caused meto believe I amdifferent.Whatever it wasthat guided meto choose solitudeover crowds.Whatever it wasthat persuaded meto seek wisdombefore profit.Whatever it wasthat led me to befaithful to …
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The First Time We Touched All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days. Hafiz The First Time We Touched How could I have told youthe first time we touched,that you,had preceded you.Your smileseen through wavy …
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Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic. Derek Walcott Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Ritual It seemsalmost ritualistic,the way I stepacross the bench,face the sky,squat down,adjust my hips,straighten my back,and breathe deeply.All to just sit—and listento the sea.
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed. Carl G Jung Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Here We Are, Again I don’t know where you came from —a dream I had long ago,now remembered?Perhaps we met as travelers doat a crossroad …
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The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. Marie Corelli Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) The Knock At The Door The unexpected knock on the doorawakened me from a late afternoon nap.I heard your voice call …
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And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Say It! “Say it,”came a voice from everywherewith a body nowhere.“Say what,” I questioned.“Say I am Love,”the voice replied.“I am Love,”I whispered in a thoughtnot moving my lips.“Say it louder!”the voice exclaimed!“I am Love”I spoke in a soundgreater than silencestill less then audible.“Say it as if everycell in your …
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. Oscar Wilde Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Seduced By Moonlight Last night you broke into my room with the skills of a thiefand looked for something or …
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There is no death. What we think of as death is merely one of life's greatest transitions. Marie Corelli Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Alive On The Edge Of NowHere! I am here, alive on the edge of nowherewith a mind full of almost forgotten memoriesin an aging vessel of an uncertain duration.I have …
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We don't learn the word ‘dream’ by being shown a dream, the way we learn the word ‘apple’ by being shown an apple. Anonymous Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) To Dream I sit up startled, curious,wondering how I arrivedin that world from this one,and back into here from there.The transition was so easy.like falling …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) StarDust Upon hearing of your deathI searched the home where we sharedso many of our moments togetherfor some sign that you might still be here.I stretched out on the bed which held us in dreamshoping to find some solid part of you to hold on to —But you were …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) What Shall I Do Now? I walked through town alone this afternoonwithout you holding on to my arm the way you once did.I did not feel important, or special, nor loved.I was simply alone. The way I, of late, have been.I had grown use to this state of being …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Shooting Star SometimesI watchfor hoursand nothing,nothinghappens. Then outof nothing—A flash,a breath.And nothinghappens,again.
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Stand Undiminished — The Poem Taken from my motherland in chainsto travel waters unknown by me,to toil in soil unfamiliar to my hands.Forced to speak a languagewhich does not sing.Exploited, enslaved, whipped and hanged.Defined in a constitutionas three fifths of a man.I stood beside you in battleagainst common foes.I …
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It is the knowledge of the genuine condition of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reason for living. Simone de Beauvior Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Gone Gone from sightbut not from memory.In my mind,a picture of you remains.Although, now, more than a body,I cannot touch you.Although, much …
Not one of us knows what effect his life produces, and what he gives to others; that is hidden from us and must remain so, though we are often allowed to see some little fraction of it, so that we may not lose courage. Albert Schweitzer Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Now It is …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) My Father’s Son I became my father’s sonnot borne from him,but from my mother’s womb.My older brother was his favorite,from the same mold they were made.He was distant from meand absent from us all.I hid from him in solitude,my mother in her Black woman’s pride.I was too young to understandwhen …
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Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each separate fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God. FM …
In recognition of Black History Month, Transformation Publications will present poems, essays, and other artistic creations by Black artists, musicians, and writers. Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Stand Undiminished-The Poem Taken from my motherland in chainsto travel waters unknown by me,to toil in soil unfamiliar to my hands.Forced to speak a languagewhich does not …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Mix With The Infinite Earth does not run as a fugitivefrom the sky. Air is absorbedin the low moist valleys andpenetrated with jutting peaks.On the sea’s horizon they meetand glow with new love.Sky’s torment, earth’s eruptionscan not separate them.One never leaves the otherbut always they blendmore closely togetherin a …
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Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. WS Merwin Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Some Wounds Never Heal Some wounds never heal.There is always an indentationthat remains in the heart,A scar across the skin to remind youof some event which happened long …
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A Kiss is still...an osculatory apposition of the orbicularis oris and levator labii muscles with posterior involvement of the sternocleidomastoids, commonly in a dexterous orientation. Onur Gunturkun of Ruhr Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Dreams Of A Kiss I saw in two dreams... The first kiss, like that of friends,merely a meeting of lips.Even …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) What Love Is I know you must have felt it.Rising up gently with thesunlit, morning breeze,infiltrating your every pore.Your heart skips, then ceasesto beat — you are suspended,floating lost, in a grounded feelingyou have known all your life?The pure syncopated synchronicity,the instantaneous tranquility betweenhands, face, nose, eyes and mouth.Perfectly …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) April 30, 1999 I never thought I would writea poem using a date as the title but… My best friend died today.Silently and alone, he vanished from thisand reappeared in a different realm.You were needed to paint the flowerswhich breathe life into this earth,to color intent into the skyso …
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Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) An Accident Can you imagine the possibilities?All the variant forces of natureconverging on a single point—This point — in location, time, and spaceto enable the simultaneous fallingof two coconuts from the same tree,precisely at the same moment,striking the same earth with a single‘thump’ before rolling together? Now imagine the …
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Epitaph Son to my parentsBrother to older siblingStudent to wisdomHusband to wifeFather to daughterBeloved to someEnemy to noneLoner to peopleHuman to earthDreamer to starsLife to deathDust to existence
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) About Last Night I enjoyed ourtime last night,the meal,the music,the sharedintimacy,the kissing,the touching,the holdingof your body.The way welavished eachother, beforebriefly fallingasleep together
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Magic I love the feeling when magic is inseparablefrom life. All the elements are in play.The ocean pulling silently upon sand.The moon, though there, is invisible.A wading bull seal watches his mateposing statuesquely, upon dry shore.We watch each other through a fog penetrableonly by interception of blue, brown eyes.We …
...When you are highly sensitized to love, when you vibrate deeply, sexually, bodily, ...the being is enlarged, its capacity highly increased. Anaïs Nin Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Being In Love I miss being in love, that sacred Logosbetween a woman and a man, a goddessand a god, between two souls unmasked. I …
I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space. William Shakespeare Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) EveryWhere So I start again,as if for the first timeto build my life from scratch.Without guide or map,except for a voicethat speaks only in whisperswith no distinction ofwrong or right.Cast into the …