Poetry & prose
Combining contemplative poetry with photographs or paintings to bring head and heart together to reflect on life and love
Devoted to Luang Por
A collection of poetry written for Luang Por Sumedho throughout the years. Accompanied by artwork.
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The Planes of Existence
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A Few Favourites
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Aspirations
"following the star....
never mind the funky pop star who is boring the next morning" A short poem accompanied with drawings. Open |
Unfolding Dharma
"and it will come to pass that all of us,
having been so screwed up, now, having passed the test will come to rest calmly on the window of Dhamma." A poem accompanied with art. Open |
The Big Picture
"so precious is life
yet most precious its natural passing like the ripe fruit that drops not life denying but death defying as the spirit is flying" A poem accompanied with watercolor and pencil art. Open |
A Keyhole in the Sky"Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder who you are... Like a keyhole in the sky To the key of wisdom's eye" A collection of poetry with artwork Open |
Salvation
"The angels loved the sky
They loved to fly But the Lord sent the fish To tease them, swish, swish" A poem in three parts accompanied with art Open |
Trilogy of Renunciant Poetry - celebrating the joys of the monastic life
The First Sermon
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Reflective Glory
"Dear friend,
If you love life and fear death, listen to me now. Try to suspend your doubt. The bones of the Arahants turned to crystals after their death. They are showing us that they have found the deathless" Part two of the trilogy Open |
In the Face of Death
"Poor Roddy was dying,
forlorn and sluggish Amongst the rubbish Full of questions he was desperate to know How to let go" Part three of the trilogy Open |
Other renunciant works
Caring
"Sometimes when I hurry
I still feel that tightness begin to sing In the throat of worry" Collected early poetry. Accompanied with drawings. Open |
Playmates
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The First Eye
"Why does simple stillness,
The sunset of the reclining eye, Come only after such a long hard climb in the sky. For it asks for no reasons why. Perhaps it just takes time For time itself to fly" A collection of early poetry. Accompanied with art. Open |
