Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

“You listen with only one purpose: to help him or her to empty his heart…”

Thich Nhat Hahn

Photo Credit; Jane H. Johann, Dec. 2014 "Walk in the Shoes of One Another"

Photo Credit; Jane H. Johann, Dec. 2014 “Walk in the Shoes of One Another”

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

among the broken-hearted

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

…hear the sighs–the silent whispers of the child

waiting for a hug of reassurance

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

…feel the judgment

we lay upon the homeless…

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

…crawl into the skin

of those oppressed because of the color of their skin

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

…touch the loneliness unspoken

of the aged in the walls of the nursing home

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

…open your arms to those battered

and abused

Listen…and walk in everlasting shoes

 

 

 

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“to walk in everlasting shoes”–Victorian era— to walk barefoot

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Haiku: Mt. Ranier, Washington

"Top Hat of Mt. Ranier"  Photo Credit by Elijah, Freelancer . from Denver, Colorado. COPYRIGHT.  Used with Permission. December 15, 2015

“Top Hat of Mt. Ranier” Photo Credit by Elijah, Freelancer . from Denver, Colorado. COPYRIGHT. Used with Permission.
December 15, 2015

 

surreal the vision

sharing in the eye of God

majestic the pause

 

I was privileged to be sitting in the aircraft, as we flew past Mt. Ranier, Washington from Denver, Colorado. The very kind person sitting next to me, Elijah, a young man in his twenties, graciously offered to share his photo with me and gave me permission to share it with all of you. I would suggest enlarging the photo if you can—it was an amazing site to behold!

Free Verse # 340 (on her lips the full moon)

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A Passionate Wanderer

She held his poem
against her belly,
pressed into her naval
like a fiery seed being sown
in the womb of the earth.

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On her lips
the full moon
a wild flower

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Two in appearance; in reality one light, one body, one soul.

~

Wrapped in the silk
of a thousand dawns
she comes to me
and I unwrap her
one dawn at a time,
unfolding
her ineffable essence,
poetry…

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I’m not a poet
I am a perfume maker,
in the oil of her skin
I dip my brush
then paint her,
a burning fragrance,
poetry.

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On the nourishment
of your skin I subsist
the way a butterfly
dips and dips
into the heart of the flower,
her tremulous sea of poetry.

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Of all my yearnings
only one remains…
red flower on her lips

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In the quiet of my heart
your flower grows…
moon…

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