Two Poems by Judith, Hermit of Sarada

Mother Moose Some days I feel as happy as a Mother Moose— with her face as long as the day, and her eyes as wide as the sky: on those days I feel free and untrammeled, footloose, like her when her baby has finally struck out on its own; because you just never know,...

Four Poems by Nileen Putatunda

Pain A barefooted man Walked in front of me With a bad limp Pulling his empty rickshaw, I caught up with him And asked what happened, In broken Bengali, He uttered, “Pain.” One Look In one look, You gave so much sweetness To an old, wounded beggar, That he felt like a...

Two Poems by Edith Tipple

1. A turtle withdraws Its legs, I withdraw My will Into the shell of Self I am witness 2. Peonies opening Infinitesimally burgeoning Like two moons full, glistening On the clear, cool windowpane Of consciousness   EDITH DICKINSON TIPPLE lives in Santa Barbara, CA...

A Poem by Anna Monday

Tongue-tied, dumb, before the man of letters who plants seed words in dead tongues   Anna Monday has been a member of the Vedanta Society of Southern California since 1970. She studied writing at Santa Monica College and the University of California at Los...

The Word god

by Russell Atkinson The Word god To most, the word god is a mere sound in the air; an imagined being, existing nowhere. To many, the word god is a sound in the air, relating to a mystery, other where. To more, the word god is a sound in the ear, an awesome concept,...

Looking Up

by Richard Simonelli Good, bad, happy, sad, many flavors, a single taste. Realize the limitless through limitations, within limitations. Confusion dawns as wisdom without eliminating confusion; sorrow, negativity, anger, despair they flicker in and out. Single flavor,...

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