Archive for July, 2007

Extraordinary People

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

Listen: [audio:02-July 25 Extraordinary People.mp3]

Oneness With All Life

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

Poem: Birth

Listen: [audio:01-July 18 Oneness with all Life.mp3]

Birth

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 7/06/07

Amid an orchestral surround of chlorophyll,
Great swaths of green, of blue, wide washes of dawning red,
Among the gem-white specs of apertures,
Are squiggles and streaks of other entities,
Selves almost forgotten, gnats, moths, bees,
Those aerialists as ephemeral as our thoughts,
As persistent as the imprint of emotion.
And so, this morning, in the immense transparency
Of space, and its sweet yeses, we can see,
As if with millions of eyes, the actual
Sparkle of our bodies, the mighty dissemination
Of who we are: the human and its neural net
Of species, the Earth as swarm and womb of
Touch and be.  How small the domain of a name
And its legacy, how large the perpetual genetic
Conflagration.  From this mother, this presence,
Every life is born.  She is a child in a hovel,
Lying on rags, a child with child, in labor,
Awaiting deliverance.  And we, we see her vulnerable
Magnificence, her fragile and tenacious potency,
And stooping, we enter the knot of her infinite womb.

Bird Watching

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 5/16/06

Two shiny crows on a shiny lawn, spaced
Far apart, walking, searching the landscape
Of this particular angle of the sun
By which the morning’s light makes of the sum
Of colors shades of gold.  If the crows are night’s
Ambassadors, do they bring to this first light
Tidbits of dream, wherein another landscape
Is recalled, one where the map is sketchy,
And explorers disappear, or if they
Return, they return with the blankest eyes,
Possessed of a talisman of strange size
And shape, engraved with indecipherable
Figurations?  The crows know the lawn is full
Of nourishment, and that night survives
The coming of the sun.

Dreams

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

Poem: Bird Watching 

Listen: [audio:02-July-11-Dreams.mp3]

Fist

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 6/17/07

Chunks of rock as large as cars clump at the roadside,
Shucked from the wall of cliff.  The shear-lines have
Made them scooped and scalloped.  They are beautiful.
Even in their stone way of being we suspect that they
Feel the duel weights of connection and separation,
Hardness and giving way: fathers and sons.
Theirs is a muscular river of mineral awareness,
Flowing with ancient slowness, not only in the blood,
But in the bone, and below that, in the calcite structures
Older than bone, in ice-work, in sun-grind, in shearing
Forces that counter the maternal conglomeration
With something that could only be melded in fire, cracked by ice.
Theirs is the thunder-voice that labors deeply
As the masculine forging of love’s most durable bond.

Appreciation in Relationships

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007

Poem: Fist

Listen: [audio:01-July-4-Appreciation-in-Relationships.mp3]