Poet growing into Monk

He sent me to me

The letters

Had matured

With time

Like wine

They had settled

Into themselves

The words

Revealed

Me

Fifteen pages

Of me

A monk

Searched

Yearning to breathe

Eager to please

Wanting becoming

Transforming

From “never more”

Sailing

To

Wearing the jewelry

Of words

Memory soaring

My heart is settled

Into Divinity

Sacred

Reverent

Waters of Koi

I am so grateful for this Michael! Thank you for emailing me- what I have written. Since April- I have been through hell and back. The letters are all having a glorious gathering- eating a huge fabulous alphabet soup! Much love!

The words above were written after the administration of the poetry group sent me the poems I had written since April.

It surprised me. How much I had grown and changed in almost a year.

I still mourn a failed relationship, I look back and shake my head and what a fool I was. Yet, if it had not failed, I would not be here- starting over my art life over again.

My daughter said, she thought life was all about false starts. We must have these huge messy places of mud in order to transform and grow.

I listened to Oprah interview Thicch Nhat Hanh, and I wrote down his words:

“Happiness and suffering

They support each other

The

“Inter-are”

to be is

“Inter-be”

It is like

The

Left and the right

if the Left

is not there,

the right can not be there

the same is true

with

suffering and happiness

Good

And

Evil

They are

“inter-are” also.

In every one of us

There are

Good seeds

And

Bad seeds

There is the Lotus that grow

Out

Of

The

Mud

We need the mud in Order

To Grow

You can not Grow

Lotus

On Marble!

From out of the Mud

Grows

Flower of

Understanding Love!”

Not my words- Words from Tibetan Monk; Thicch Nhat Hanh.