Whee, I’m Sailing

Mystics mean no harm

but their sight is inside-out

and their word maps hard to swallow.

It need not cause me pangs of envy

if God sweeps through their marrow daily,

for only when my soul has mastered

the summits of my own despair

can these saintly words become my words

and I become a model of oddity for another.

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Pyramid Poems

still

moving

still moving

T’ai Chi Chih flows

moving still

moving

still

– CG

fear

constricts

chi expands

and frees the mind

to be more

flowing

free

– MW

the

Chi can

change all we

are to all we

have not

been

– MW

the

twinkle

of the Chi

refreshes soul

and gives me

joy to

share

– MW

the

service

of love is

to share the chi

with those we

touch and

see

– MW