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Knowledge is knowing
that you've always been seeking
Whereas wisdom is
realizing that seeking
is never-ending

I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending
I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
is just lending
I & I
for while
for to smile

Shhh
Shhhhh
I'm silent still
go back cat
to windowsill
that is that
the black will fill
my eyes
and i'll have no disguise
to hide behind
so lie will I
until
I cry
it OUT

and light!
oh light
so guiding
so graceful
a gift
is only as sweet
as the way
you embrace it

I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending
Sometimes I scream
****!!!
at the clouds...

and you never seem to hear me
until they release it
in a thousand
wet
whispers
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
that which you give,
let go.

generosity consists not of applying yourself,
but releasing the things that you think you are
onto another
with prayers of light
and love,
without the intent of
direction,

for the soul knows no compass rose.
There is a certain beauty in a broken cup. A delicate elegance in an abandoned building or a disheveled old man. Some ghostly grace to a tattered dress.

Wabi-Sabi is a Japanese expression relating to the wonder of imperfection. To be sensitive to the natural way of things, to deny idealism for what is and to revel in it is the path of a true seeker, of a true poet.
In the bookshop
soft
light
in the eyes
bright
in a tinted skin
soft
a girl looking for
Sufi poetry
Hafez
writing down
her email address
joyisintheheart

knees to carpet
soft
through a box looking
no Hafez

Joy, smiling
takes her leave
November 2nd, 2014
Mountain House Books
If a picture's worth
a thousand words,
than the poet's opus
is to give infinite images
in just two handfuls.

Distillation of words

so
just a drop
of one
will get you
drunk.
go read some haiku~
Nature doesn't end at cement.
It is
a pour
            i
              n
                  g
          ­            over into

                                                  space

  ­           of the Manifest,
in all its twisting,
reaching ways.
It finds a hallow and calls it home.

Nature is               lonely
but never alone.
Mesh of living weave,
water altered
in the shape of its dwelling,
looking out over      horizons
wrapped around
its e x p a n s e .

Alive and s w e l l i n g ,
in dance and song,
beckoning.

Snake makes a feast of his tail.

One Mother is hungry.
Oct. 23, 2014
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
"You don't love me,"
he yelled.
"Your heart is too
damaged
just get the hell out of here
leave"-

Quietly, she gathered
her things.

"before I go-
I tell you
that I do love you-
my love is not flamboyant
like that of
Romeo and Juliet
it's silent
it's subtle
and deep-
I'm no poet
I have not
the words of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
nor Emily Dickinson
who eloquently speak of love
but, it beats within me
with every heart beat-
I may not know how
to express my love
but it lives within
my damaged heart"
she whispered.

Her words came too late
His heart was already closed to her.

"such pretty words
in this final hour-
pretty empty words-
YOU have no heart-
just go,"
he said.

her pain and sorrow
like her love
was silent
subtle
and oh, so deep.

a silent lonely tear escaped.

as she quietly closed the door
on the man she loved
her heart locked forever
as it broke a little more
with each turn of the key
11/13/2014
A damaged heart sometimes lies
love does reside therein
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