Monthly Archives: September 2014

Between Two Worlds

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

BETWEEN TWO WORLDS It is hard to see both inside and out at the same time. We blink on and off. The black tunnel ends in white, leads back to darkness and again to the light, endlessly, ceaselessly, like the … Continue reading →

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A Grain of Sand

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

A GRAIN OF SAND To hear the author reciting her poem, accompanied by Wayne Thiel on guitar, click here (visual effects also by Wayne) I am a grain of sand of earths gone by and rising new. I’m sand. I am … Continue reading →

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Mountain Climbers, Builders

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS, BUILDERS Mountain climbers know exhilaration. They reached the top, the top of one earth, the edge, the outside, the rim of one planet, this tiny time speck in the utter vastness of ALL. Feeling accomplished,. their minds never … Continue reading →

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I See A Timeless Mountain

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

I SEE A TIMELESS MOUNTAIN among myriads of gestures of timeless times and soundless sound on a vast plain. I see its whiteness gleaming under seething suns, fading under moons, windswept, bare. I see mountain lions, eagles, a mountain climber. … Continue reading →

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Trust

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Trust I look into the face of strangers and they’re not strangers anymore. For part of my own consciousness connects with theirs and theirs with mine and we attract, repel each other but always we feel the other’s presence within … Continue reading →

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Thanksgiving

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

 Thanksgiving Our hearts, like coffers of rich harvest, must first be filled: filled to the brim and overflowing with such love for All That Is, that we can trust that all is meant to help and not to hinder, that … Continue reading →

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A Holiday Wish

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

A Holiday Wish Close to two thousand times we dance the grand old pomp and circumstance one month of every year. A rose in winter’s ice and snow, December-bold, is just as old. I’d say, in June the rose blooms, … Continue reading →

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There Is a Land

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THERE IS A LAND If waking we imagined the way we do in our dreams we’d wake up in a thousand places we’d wear a million different faces. Then, if we were aware of one, one face, one life, and … Continue reading →

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There Comes a Time

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THERE COMES A TIME There comes a time when quick as a flash life zips, tips and tramples outworn ideas. All seems like a dream too strange to consider stark real. It is then that I feel, hidden somewhere, a … Continue reading →

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The Solitary Eagle

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE SOLITARY EAGLE    Dedicated to RUBURT In the fall of 1984, I, Ute, witnessed an event. Though dreaming, I am wide awake and stand upon a mountain. I lift my eyes. The blue of sky above me, against it, … Continue reading →

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