Reading Rilke’s Book of Hours Upon Awakening During an Early Morning Freeze

Your poetry begets music, but only to the poor. The poor hear each note of hunger upon their wanderings; whether city, or fields, or highways off the desert roads, the poor shall always hear these tattered tunes laying threadbare, frayed at the heel of existence. Your Russian journeys lead you to God, unbeknownst, an intimate…

A Foreign Affair

Loneliness has a colorful appeal, Let us call it red, parted maws, lonely from a journey to freedom instead, A relinquished mass of peoples juxtaposed, liberty sows not upon this troubled land, a promise not to the populace cram. I simply hope for the people’s choice Not as from Tiananmen Square, The lovers of none,…

Burning Coals: Acceptance

Burning Coals: Acceptance by John G. Evans © 5/2/2020 3:00:33 AM “To simplify, acceptance means allowing; allowing unwanted private experiences (thoughts, feelings and urges) to come and go without struggling with them.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acceptance Though, at times, argumentation and disagreement seep in; through the acceptance and allowing of this self- permitting consciousness by way of remaining…

This Present Moment –

John G Evans c 2019 A Measure of Peace to Live Within This Present Moment – Ancestral shadows lay at my heels ready to strike in an instant though for a moment have held their peace. Granted, the love remains within a charitable heart. I am here. You are here. Let us come to know…

Walking toward Mercy

I am the Samurai who draws up courage from the ink wells scribing time, where death is not darkness, but shooting arrows drop by drop for a liquified line, of word, fluid yes, discerning of all said rhymes, or not, but a hunger strikes each hungered note, making it mine. Is life all of misery,…