Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The Changing Voice (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
I used to frequent used book stores
looking for a hero in the literature.
I had convinced myself that there had to be a person someplace
sometime
that had gone through what I was going through in my life
spiritually
and mentally.
I remember I used to meditate outside
next to a mesquite tree
and open myself to the spiritual
possibilities.
and because of the nature of our society
who could I trust to talk to about and
relate my experiences to?
one day I ran across a used book
by a poet named Janssen from Arizona
that seemed to have a unique connection to this land
and a significant grasp of
spirituality.
his simplistic style spoke to me
and I read through his book
over and over
and I wondered how such a voice
could be on this dusty shelf here at this book store.
it was an old book
and now I wonder sometimes
if Janssen is dead
or maybe sitting somewhere out there with all those
rays of the sunset
deep in the wild of the desert.
perhaps it is better to remember all those colorful
words of Janssen
still out there
under empty desert skies
still untouched by man
still pure
and still whole.
looking for a hero in the literature.
I had convinced myself that there had to be a person someplace
sometime
that had gone through what I was going through in my life
spiritually
and mentally.
I remember I used to meditate outside
next to a mesquite tree
and open myself to the spiritual
possibilities.
and because of the nature of our society
who could I trust to talk to about and
relate my experiences to?
one day I ran across a used book
by a poet named Janssen from Arizona
that seemed to have a unique connection to this land
and a significant grasp of
spirituality.
his simplistic style spoke to me
and I read through his book
over and over
and I wondered how such a voice
could be on this dusty shelf here at this book store.
it was an old book
and now I wonder sometimes
if Janssen is dead
or maybe sitting somewhere out there with all those
rays of the sunset
deep in the wild of the desert.
perhaps it is better to remember all those colorful
words of Janssen
still out there
under empty desert skies
still untouched by man
still pure
and still whole.
1 Comments:
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Hi A J Lewis. Your images encircle you. You need to break out of the circle, explore new avenues of life; like food, music, literature, travels. The bills will always be there. Death and destruction will always be there. It is the life you have to give and share that belongs to the world. Go out and give...and you will receive in return.
Selected Poetry
I Don't Know What Else To Say (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
really,
the river has run dry
the ink is dull ... (more)
How This Begins (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
the day is overcast
and I am south of Tucson
staring at clouds through screen windows. ... (more)
Listening To The Earth (from "The Journey Of The Spirit")
the wind has come up around me,
rearranging the sky
and dragging the clouds and the sun west. ... (more)
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