Monthly Archives: April 1999

EAST OF KUNDALINI

EAST OF KUNDALINI

Let in the love and give it when you can
See the pain and relieve it when you can
Get into religions and beyond them if you can
Follow all the Gurus and pass them if you can

Dive into each teaching for all the essence there
And strip and strip and strip until you’re bare

But keep my friends I pray a little sense of fun
For when the doings and undoings are all done
and the livings and dyings are all done

Somewhere East of Kunalini
The sun with rise and You will be the sun

LOUIS AND SUZANNE

LOUIS AND SUZANNE

Suzanne gets cancer
she gets cancer real bad

The doctors their big guns
They wage war with everything they’ve got

The cancer laughs at the doctors
It breaks out on many new fronts

The doctors, defeated, suggest surrender
Louis and Suzanne go to Mexico instead

Suzanne drinks fresh juices and does cleanses
Louis quits his job and takes care of Suzanne

Suzanne gets well

Louis takes care of many people
He took care of people in asbestos mines

For years he does not sleep well
and he does not breathe well in the mornings

The doctors are treating him for sleep apnoea
Early this year he has a bad cough

The doctors do X-rays, Louis has cancer
Too much asbestos, ten years growing

It is too late for the doctors, or Mexico
Louis dies, life is funny

THE UNCAGED BIRD

THE UNCAGED BIRD
(For Maya Angelou)

Sometimes we read
because we cannot not, because we need
to find that one story, one friend
one note of truth

Sometimes a young girl, repeatedly abused
hides
“I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings”
under her mattress

And keeps on living because
she takes it out after he has gone
and talks to Maya, who understands

DEBBIE – SIX MONTHS LATER

DEBBIE – SIX MONTHS LATER

How can I write of your death
and writing make it real
how can I not and ever hope to heal

How can I write of the crab
without a hatred more than buzzard red
who will at least not eat you till you’re dead

How can my heart and hands be empty
with fullness of gifts I cannot give
How can it be you do not live

How like a vampire do I walk the night
and in a mirror no reflection see
Without a you where is the me?

FOR DEBBIE AND DAD

FOR DEBBIE AND DAD
– by Carolyn Meili

As America reeled
in its new found vulnerability
Its myths exploding over and over
on wide-screen TV

You found a friend
perhaps the only one I have ever seen
who demanded your best
but not your sympathy

Now, in her absence
we discover our own vulnerability

and the strength in it

I watched the moon tonight
and she is full
Beaming among us

(written by my daughter Carolyn Meili, who met Debbie a week before Debbie’s death. Said she had never made and lost a friend so fast)

DEBBIE OH DEBBIE

DEBBIE OH DEBBIE

Debbie oh Debbie
are you thinking of going away
because no one ever asked you
hard enough to stay

Debbie oh Debbie
were you always so beautiful strong
that no one ever thought to carry you along

Debbie oh Debbie
the brave wolf that still shows it’s throat
and bleeds inside of its coat

Debbie oh Debbie had we but loved
less wisely, but more well
who can tell who can tell

Debbie oh Debbie
are you thinking of going away
because I never asked you hard enough to stay

FEEDING THE SOUL AT VARGOS

FEEDING THE SOUL AT VARGOS
(for Debbie)

The soul is fed in many ways

Walking
on a sunny Easter Sunday
in Vargos gardens with the one you love

Marveling as peacocks surround us
and salute that love

Meeting by chance
your surgeon ally in the cancer fight

Sitting by the window
breaking bread in gratitude for it all

THE FIRST SUPPER

THE FIRST SUPPER

As above so below
In a life between lives

I sit at a table of light
Set like Da Vinci’s last supper

A table of light lined with people of light

The one in the center the brightest of light
Takes a knife all of light and cuts and arm all of light

The slice of his flesh drips red with his blood
(the only color in the picture of light)

To each at this table he offers

The gift of his flesh to the people of light
(the only color in the picture of light)

One by one they have a choice
not a last supper, but a first

By accepting the gift of his flesh
(the only color in the picture of light)

They come to this Earth
their own gifts to give