Tag: sleep

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • Poem – Awaken

    I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready…

  • Poem – Light from Another Home, What Controls Each Dream

    Winter evening sky burns at the horizon as day falls into night. Eyes follow the black outlines of branches reaching toward heaven through the layered hues and scattered clouds until they stop at the single white point. I have seen you each night from the cement patio as the city quiets and the distant trains…

  • Transformation

    Many late nights have been spent this past month with the Spring issue of Stone Path Review, as well as writing projects.  I have not been posting too much poetry as I have been mostly writing prose and essays around Buddhism and Deep Ecology. After so much coffee, Monster, and sleep deprivation, I feel I…

  • Article – Secrets for a Good Nights Sleep

    The following article is from The Mountain Training School (email: [email protected]).  In the good faith department, I have known Ben, the founder and director of The Mountain Training School, for a few years and was a client of his on a trip in Alaska. I asked him if I could repost this article, and am…

  • Poem – Death

    This valley is filled with death. Take a step back… how did I get here? A few lifetimes ago, I came upon an ancient river flowing through Babylon and I drank from the waters, I drank so much that I fell into a deep sleep and just woke up 37 years ago. I am unsure…

  • Solitude

    A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…