by Orna Ross | Jul 13, 2017 | Poetry |
First thing this morning what do I spy over the houses between the trees through the cloud and by gift of fractured light seven strips of color in an upside-down smile adorning the sky? For me, a poem is a key, unlocking a moment in time and revealing the creative...
by Orna Ross | Jul 6, 2017 | Poetry |
Can anyone say how we came to be here in this human hotel? • Each day greeting new guests who come in with their bags, expecting their welcome and to be served (even as others remain). • Whether they're wanted or we'd rather they moved along, we must bow, smile if we...
by Orna Ross | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry |
From Tao Te Ching (The Tao). Before the universe is born something formless and perfect exists. Serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. Unnamed and unnameable. It is the Mother of the universe. For want of a better name, I call it the Tao. I...
by Orna Ross | Jun 22, 2017 | Poetry |
I come down to the sea to sit on a rock, and meditate, all thought undone, in the waves' whoosh and turn. A young man comes, sits down on another one, takes out a guitar starts to strum. Above, on the promenade the runners have begun to run. On the road, the traffic...
by Orna Ross | Jun 8, 2017 | Poetry |
I have a body but I am not my body. I am the one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but my body is not me. I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am the one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts...