A Northern Flicker flying away from the watering h…

When all your desires are distilled You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy. Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz And mix them into your seed pouch. And when the Moon says, “It is time to Plant,” Why not dance, Dance and Sing? (Excerpted from “Your Seed Pouch” by…

Laughing at the Word Two Only That Illumined One Who keeps Seducing the formless into form Had the charm to win my Heart. Only a Perfect One Who is always Laughing at the word Two Can make you know Of Love. This poem is by Hafiz as translated by Daniel Ladinksy in The Gift

This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…

Write a poem for peace and send it to mailto:kokua@olympus.net by February 12. The poems will be presented that day. You don’t have to be Yeats or Whitman. Just write from your heart. And remember to hold PEACE in your heart while doing it. If we want peace, we must embody it. BE PEACE my…

I just sent a audioblog of me singing “Summertime”.  I’ve been singing that song for as long as I can remember.  Good times.

the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches