Monthly Archives: March 1997

TURNING POINT

TURNING POINT

I said it’s good to see you back
How’s your search for all
knowing going

She said, I had it down pat
if meditation is where it’s at

with breathing below perception
and everything nearing perfection

Then one day on a Kiwi beach
deep in the oneness a loud voice said

“You can do that when you’re dead”

THE SWORD IN THE STONE

THE SWORD IN THE STONE

The legend does not tell

It might have been something much softer
turned to stone by the sword’s plunging

Nor does it tell how long it rested
rusted there

We are only told that life and story start with
its removal

We do not even know in the great dislodging
what parts there were of strength
grace and permission

Nor do we know if sword removed
it bleeds through rusty wound
and beats again

The legend does not tell

LEA

LEA

When you walked West from your home
down the main street to the
heart of the town
a car driving in from the country
could slip up silently behind you

A quick blast of the horn
and your knees
would collapse and you’d
drop like a stone

Good sport in a small town

If you were walking down that street
today
and I was driving behind
I would be sorely tempted to do it again
but this time
I would want to catch you