July 17, 2017

When I wake in the morning
I search for you.
I look for you across the sheets
I overturn the pillows
And tear up the bed clothes
I hunt for your scent
And pause to hear your sound
But you are not there

It’s the wild desolation of the morning
A beach with companion waves
And the distant cross of an albatross
Still too far away.


Moons, ivories, instruments, roses,lamps and the line of Dürer, 

the nine figures and the variable zero,

I shall pretend that these things exist.
I shall pretend that in the past they were

Persepolis and Rome and that fine

sand measured the fate of the crenel

that the centuries of iron undid.


I shall pretend the arms and the pyre

of the epic and the heavy seas

that gnaw from the pillars of the Earth. 
I shall pretend there are others. It’s a lie.

It’s only you. You, my misfortune

and my fortune, inexhaustible and pure.


December 14, 2015

Let me be lonely.
Leave me here alone in the dark backroom of the day,
Amidst the tumult and rags of the evening,
When the sky is of grey misery
And the moon is lost in the closet, tangled and torn. 
Let me sit by the window and drink,
That solitary cup of coffee
And pretend to enjoy the solitude.
Yes, leave me here to hear what hollowness sounds
The creeping void of forever and unknown.
Yes, leave me here astray and cold
For the great hearts are no more
And only beats are the beats of clock
Reminders of when I have to walk through the final door.

Love 2.0

April 18, 2015


April 16, 2015

I could love you forever
That distant place, stretching
Into the wilderness
Like the ends of the moor.
I want to tell you that
Not in short sharp sentences,
Not in subtle glances,
Lost in mist and rain,
But with that kiss
That lingers and haunts,
Like a phantasm
Who appears out of the wilderness
As you travel down
This never ending way.

ART & Thoughts

Z.-Z.-Wei 6

The Drive to love: The neural Mechanism for Mate Selection
Helen Fisher

“Since the heaven and earth were created, you were made for me and I was made for you and I will not let you go,” declared Chang Po to his beloved Meilan(Yutang, 1954, p.73) The chinese still cry over this twelfth-century Chinese fable, “The Jade Goddess,” their version of Romeo and Juliet. “My beloved, the delight of my eyes”, exclaimed Inanna of her beloved Dumuzi in a Sumerian poem recorded some four thousand years ago (Wolkstein, 1991, p.51) An anonymous Kwakiutl Indian of southern Alaska recited these words in 1896: ” Fires run through my body – the pain of loving you”(Hamill, 1996)
Paris and Helen, Orpheus and Eurydice, Abelard and Eloise, Troilus and Cressida, Tristan and Iseult, Shiva and Sati, Layla and Majnun: thousands of romantic poems, songs, and stories come across the centuries from Europe, the Middle…

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Bhagavad Gītā

March 5, 2015

Evening skies

February 28, 2015

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple was not for you – Julio Cortazar

A love note to books

February 18, 2015

Lisa Jakub: author, speaker, retired actor

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I recently saw a little kid almost walk into a wall because she was reading a book.

It made me so very happy.

Not just because I think it’s funny when people run into things, but because I totally understand the enraptured joy that kid was feeling because of her book.

I’ve had several people ask me recently why I love books so much. (I’m assuming it’s just a question, and not an accusation, like, what is wrong with you, you freaky book girl?) Some people ask me how to start the reading habit, or how they can encourage their kids.

I began my love of books as an extremely emotional and introverted three-year-old. Books were a way to discover the world, escape from my own, and inspire my own writing. Characters in books became my closest friends. By the time I was four years old, I was working as an…

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ART & Thoughts


Juicy Buddhism:
The Power of Sexual Yoga

“Buddhahood is obtained from bliss,
and apart from women there will not be bliss.”
– Caṇḍamahāroṣaṇa Tantra

Praise to Vajravilāsinī, goddess of eternal love!

India, 800 CE: Two practitioners, students of the great master Śabara, entered a beautiful pleasure garden to begin their practice. The garden was filled with cuckoo birds, bright flowers, and tall aśoka trees bursting with red blossoms. It was the night of the Full Moon, and a cloudless sky bathed them in a gentle light. They had already taken hot baths and received sesame oil massages from their friends, and their naked bodies glistened in the moonlight. With the air still warm from the heat of the day, they were embraced by the lush forests of Oḍra. Their devoted practice was The Sādhana of Secret Vajravilāsinī. Clear in their determination to attain enlightenment and liberate all beings from suffering…

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