Spiritual Travel Poems

"Ang hindi lumingon sa pinanggalingan, 
hindi makakarating sa paroroonan".
(A person who does not remember where he came from 
will never reach his destination).
Filipino proverb.

Gift me...

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Two paths diverged into the woods,
some choose the easier path.
I followed my heart and chose to go straight.
It was a treacherous path and made me...

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I was in the hospital at only five, 
the medicine gave me a big hive. 
Sunday school taught us to be alive, 
my spirit soared...

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Don’t stay mad at the setting sun 
We did a lot but the day is done 
Run so fast but get no where 
Worlds and...

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Don’t stay mad at the setting sun 
We did a lot but the day is done 
Run so fast but get no where 
Worlds and...

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(On the road to Kailash, Tibet, 2009)

There and Back Again

Pilgrimage
An ideal place
Seen through
An ideal lens

And so we go!

The journey of all souls
In endless procession
To the...

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(North face of Mt Kailash, Western Tibet, 2009)

For  Kailash 

Mind like the wind blew
Away when I let it go
The way of all things

(7/2009, first...

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I.
We are the
thunder’s call
swathed
under layers of
patina plated
Thessalonian chainmail

II.
Our veins are
cooling springs
that gush with
molten zest,
blood red
Spartan vigor
encased in bronzed
Mediterranean skin

III.
We are an
uncrowned empire,
our kingdom coronated
in pastoral...

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(Upper slopes of Emeishan, China, 2017)

Six Pilgrim Poems

In the Park
Belly full of chi
sky with gentle rain waters
dancers like flowers

My Dzogchen Realization
“Ah, Ah” says Raven
in play,...

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Before I even close my eyes, 
Awareness floats, starting to rise;
An earthy smell of fresh soil turning,
Rabbits burrowing and squirrels stirring,
Smoke from a fire burning;
Spirit...

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Jericho Roads

By Mark Stucky
At the end of the rock-strewn road,
fell the walls surrounding Jericho.
Spared from destruction,
were a harlot’s people,
the family of Rahab,
Israel’s unlikely ally,
and unlikely...

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Is the soul a complex place,                                      ...

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zooming around earth
in the middle of the night
astral travel making me faster than a speeding train
I am in awe of what I can do
while I...

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Like an shiny apple's rind, 
my outer body all can see.  
Like an apple's fruit,  
I hold many secrets.  
Seeds and beliefs...

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How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica
without a melody played by the bearded deacon,
priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata;
there, the Viol...

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