LOVE DRUNK

                              poetry File 1

                              opened August 1996

                              (last re-write June 10, 2001, La Lunette, France)

 

 

                              A...

                              ANOTHER MORNING!

                              ANOTHER WHAT A BLESSING

                              A RIVER MESSAGE BEFORE THE WEDDING

                              A TREASURE FOUND

                              A WET AND FIERY DESTINY

 

                              B...

                              BRIDE BREAKTHROUGH

                              BRIAN'S BREAKTHROUGH

 

                              C...

                              II. CORINTHIANS 3

 

                              

                              DRINKING FREEDOM

 

                              F...

                              FLOWING GOD OUT

 

                              G...

                              GIFTS

                              GIVE UNTO THE LORD THE GLORY OF HIS NAME...

                              GOD'S DRUNKARDS

                              GOD TEEMS WITH LIFE

 

                              H...

                              HE WHO MAKES MOUNTAINS STAND

                              HE ONLY TAUGHT THEM ON RADIANT DAYS

                              HIS EARTH IS RADIANCE

 

                              I...

                              I AM A BIRD SPECKLED

                              I AM SECRET AND HIDDEN

                              IF YOU HAVE NO REASON FOR JOY

                              IN ACTION SPEAKING

                              IN GOD'S HOUSE

 

                              L...

                              LAMB SONG

                              LOVE LEAPS UP

                              LOVE'S GREAT BLESSING

 

                              M...

                              MEDITATIONS FROM PSALM 104

                              MY PEACEFUL FREEDOM

 

                              N...

                              NEGATIVE FAITH COMES EASY

                              NEW SHOES

                              NO TEACHER

                              NOTHING IS SEPARATE FROM NOTHING

 

                              O...

                              ONLY LOVE

                              OUR ESSENTIAL JOURNEY NOW

 

                              P...

                              POEMS VISIT ME IN THE NIGHT

                              POETRY IS LIKE

                              PURITY OF HEART IS EMPTINESS

 

                              Q....

                              Q & A

 

                              R...

                              RELIGION MUST BE TRANSCENDED!

                              REST AND ACTION

                              RIBALDO AT THE MARKET

                              RIBALDO IN GEHENNA

                              RIBALDO IS DRUNK

                              RIBALDO IS DRUNK AGAIN

                              RIBALDO IS WEEPING

                              RIBALDO'S MORNING DEVOTION

                              RIBALDO THE FOOL

                              RIBALDO THE TROUBADOUR

                              ROCKET MAN

 

                              S...

                              II. CORINTHIANS 3

                              SELF AS WORM AND ROSE

                              SOUL-SOIL AND WORMS

                              SURRENDER'S FRUIT

 

                              T...

                              THE DIRTY FILAMENT

                              THE OTHER LIGHT AND RIVER

                              TWO CHRISTS

                              THE HOLY CHILD

                              THE RIVER TEACHER SPEAKS

                              THIS GIFT

                              TWO MORNING REFLECTIONS BY THE RIVER

                              THE PATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS

                              THE REVELERS DRINK

                              THE UPSURGE

                              THE WORM AND THE LORD OF HOST

 

                              U...

                              UNIVERSAL ZEN

                             

                              W...

                              WRITING WITH GREAT POETS

 

                              Y...

                              YOUR PASSIONATE MOUTH

                              YOU WALK ON WORDS

 

                              69 POEMS

                              LAST POEM IN THE FILE: GIFTS

 

 

 

                              THE POEMS.....

 

 

 

                              Q & A

                        

                              What is the look of God in the eye?

                              Young joy!

                              What is the music of God

                              in the soul?

                              Belly laughter!

                              What is the deed of God?

                              Freeing creation into reality!

                              What is reality?

                              Harmonious, deathless,

                              fluid, relational Love.

 

 

 

 

 

                              A WET AND FIERY DESTINY

 

                              There is a wet destiny

                              to be met in water

                              and wine:

                              a destiny of fire

                              in extreme obduracy

                              and love.

 

 

 

 

 

                              RELIGION MUST BE TRANSCENDED!

 

   Religion itself must be transcended   Religion itself must be transcended

          by reality that birthed religion!   by the reality religion points to!

                We must simply surrender   We must simply let us go

                            into wind-fullness,   into wind-fullness,

                               water-lushness,   water-lushness,

                                green-riotness,   green-riotness,

                                    overflowing   overflowing 

                                       emptiness   emptiness

                                           of love.   of love.

                                               Yes!   Yes!

                                                   Yes!

                                                    Ah.

 

 

 

 

 

                              ANOTHER WHAT A BLESSING

                              (AFTER RUMI)

 

                              Freedom depends on nothing

                              to be free...

                              What a blessing.

 

                              All Life flows out of

                              the free center...

                              What a blessing.

 

                              The free center is everywhere.

                              What a blessing.

 

                              It is wind-like freedom

                              that builds mountains

                              and molds stones.

                              What a blessing.

 

                              All things at their wind-like core

                              love God, the compassionate,

                              joyous freedom!

                              What a blessing.

 

                              Words from the free core

                              call to the free core.

                              What a blessing!

 

                              With enough freedom

                              filling the body, it is possible

                              to fly.

                              What a blessing.

 

                              At the core

                              we are all Awake!

                              What a blessing!

 

 

 

 

                              SELF AS WORM AND ROSE

                              (Two poems)

 

                              I. SELF AS A WORM

 

                              The self is a worm

                              in a rose.

                              Both its pride

                              and humility

                              are obstacles

                              to God's freedom--

                              being eaters

                              of the fragrance.

 

 

                              II. SELF AS A ROSE

 

                              Self in Christ

                              is a rose

                              of constant bloom

                              rooted in the central sea

                              of the Sun.

 

 

 

 

                              POETRY IS LIKE

 

                              Poetry is like

                              painting a colorful picture

                              of music

                              with words.

 

 

 

 

                              TWO MORNING REFLECTIONS BY THE RIVER

 

                              I.

                              We are the expression

                              of God

                              we have been seeking.

 

                            &nbs