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Such Have I Heard, (first draft) by pd lyons


Such have I heard ~

soft moss mornings a mist unsolvable.

harsh sheets stones on a frozen ground each bouncing echoing.

wounded banshee whiplash dark empty fingers naked  trees.

smooth smothering heat

days wrapped in wet cottons left out between a desert of noon

myriad  deep yielding into deeper nights


Such have I heard ~

alone  only my slender secret self

.  how to bring any comfort to what has gone beyond?

 would they surrender such treasure willingly?

could it happen even so?


the dead

 who better else to weep

who better else between the worlds?

a sea of tears,

a sailing of  ghosts

such have I heard

such have I known


Age by PD Lyons


Age by PD Lyons


Sunlight on the window sill

Little red birds search the hedge

While pale ghosts of what used to maybe be

Slip away

No longer needing to be fed by me


photo by Morgan Lyons


to thine own self be true



In any situation there are two witnesses: other people’s view of you and your own view of yourself. Of those, the principal witness is your own insight. You should not just go along with other people’s opinion of you. The practice of this slogan is always to be true to yourself. This slogan says that of the two witnesses, hold the principal one as the actual, authentic one. That authentic witness is you.

Training the Mind and Cultivating Loving-Kindness
by Chögyam Trungpa,


photographer unknown


This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

William Shakespeare  (1564 – 1616)


Learning To Be Friends With The Rain


c Mogan Lyons 2016

c Mogan Lyons 2016


if i put each of these days

end to end

how many times around the world

would they go?


no matter what


the only choice


living in the peace

so many would die for

i walk the dogs

 old growth

cross clear brooks

splash for drinks


sometimes this sense of failure

is all I’ll ever be

sometimes that loneliness

is all I’ll ever see


it’s the price for being true

it’s the cost of no surrender

the double helixed blessing

of being me


maybe tomorrow

the courage will come

all that ever was –



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