To Hills and Waterfalls: a Californian in Calderdale

This was first posted on Osho News I was invited 10 years ago to come to this beautiful, rather hidden valley in the English Pennines; I was supposed to be the resident oracle of a new healing centre… which then never happened. I stayed on –…

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Seven Poems from Europe with Pix

In a Purple Greeting Card for Nisarg Which has on it a painting of a full moon blobbily luminous behind the branches of the huge tree which borders the courtyard of the pyramids in the commune in Poona (What is life but a pyramid Near which is a…

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Mom and Brother Write Poems, Too!

Mom (age 91) recited this while we sat in the HomeTown Buffet in Eugene, Oregon with our piled plates in front of us: Little Miss Muffet Went to HomeTown Buffet And was eating her dinner one day Along came a spider And sat down beside her…

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A Particular Silence

One evening two thousand of us sat with folded legs on cushions in a vast oval hall with a marble floor and walls of mosquito netting. High overhead arched a roof made of tough fabric supported by metal beams. The tropic darkness clung closely to the structure, but we sat…

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A Present for My Mother

I was on Ko-Pi-Pi, an island off the southern tip of Thailand, to rest after a gruelling work trip to Japan. I was with a boyfriend, a not very nice one (insecurity made him arrogant; weariness me intolerant) but in that place we did not squabble – the heat and…

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