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...
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...
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,...
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,...
by Russell Atkinson Avidly watching the external show, we do not know we do not know, and so, within ignorance seek to find, release from the shackles that bind, as gripped by pincers in god’s hand, and beaten on time’s anvil till we understand that we know nothing as...
To Whom? Who shall sing a song of the sea? Who shall sing of waves breaking in lines of silver on lonely shores? Who shall shout of tides that rise with boisterous energy? Who shall croon of the golden moon rolling beyond the world’s end? Who shall cry out with the...
