Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace.
Whereas the insufficiency of a love neither sustained nor supreme cannot be ignored, the same should not be taken as cause to avoid one’s total spiritual contractual engagement to this world.
All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.
True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.
Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
If life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.
Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice – sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
When the will to learn from the ordinary is present, a seeker may indeed gain entrance into levels of awareness that are extraordinary.
Writing for me is a form of spiritual discipline and creative vision, a means of being in the world and giving one’s love to it without compromise or dilution.
A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.
By consciously meditating upon spiritual truths and cultivating personal integrity, one need never fear negative circumstances.
I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and to accept the fact that life had never given me any choice in the matter. And then I had to discover exactly what that meant.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
As goes love so goes life.
An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively – even if with much dread – in ways that synchronize images, ideas, emotions, sounds, smells, ignorance, and knowledge.
Dare to love yourself.
The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.
Creative visualization may be described as an extended meditation session that reaches beyond passive contemplation and achieves transformative action. The uses to which it may be applied are limited only by an individual’s imagination.