By Adam J. Pearson Lady on the train,She’s wearing sunscreenOn a day of rain. There’s beauty in her hope,Which knows the sunWill shine again. Water falls like tears,But she sees lightDespite the pain. She’s still wearing sunscreenOn a day of rain,Lady on the train.
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The Nondual Love of Rumi
By Adam J. Pearson I desire you more than food and drink My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance from you” ― Jalaluddin Rumi, The Love Poems…
The Nondualitree
By Adam J. Pearson endless are the branches of the nondualitree its leaves are all the things that ever were, are, and will be its vacuoles are filled with nebulae and history and its cells contain all planets, every sky and every sea endless is the vast trunk of the nondualitree its bark is made of time and space spread out expansively both life and death are…
The Ordinary Wonder of a Simple Winter Night
By Adam J. Pearson Lost in thought, you’re walking home when something about the strange greyness of the sky or the play of flaring light or the dance of refracted photons on the silent snowy white fills you with wonder and (for the flicker of a moment) the story of “you” is cut off by the presence…
Lost in Love and Life
By Adam J. Pearson The night we met, upon Mount Royal’s peak, Surrounded by the green Montreal trees, Our heartbeats racing, rum warming our chests, Our lips met in a first kiss on the grass, And there was nowhere I would rather be Than right there lost in love and life with you. The sun set…
Heartstrings
by Adam J. Pearson your bright brown eyes gazing into mine hot i love yous whispered words align reaching hands clasp doing what we dare notes from heartstrings plucked without a care this fire burning young and fresh and new falling helpless nothing we can do running canine green fields and black fur flurried movement our feet in a blur blue sky cool breeze…
Insomnia
by Adam J. Pearso when sleep deserts your drooping eyes like rain a parched desert deprives, the world takes on a mask alive the menpo of a samurai. tick tick tock sounds rise and race as colours trace blurred trails through your inner space as if in dreams you’ve never faced and yet can almost taste. tick tick tock…
The Lion and the Wings
By Adam J. Pearson in his core, a lion, it longs to roar. and her light shines dark like a jet black night. in her heart, wings wait for she longs to soar, and his dark casts light that is blinding bright. her eyes, so bold could slice a sword in two– his hand, her throat, as her lips meet his. passion, so hot could melt a…
Urban Eden (Or the Animal Reclamation of Earth)
By Adam J. Pearson Stallions are racing and blazing through Wall Street, Slamming through stock market numbers and greaves. Green trees are bursting through floors at McDonald’s, Scattering Big Macs and fries with their leaves. White mice are gnawing the beams of Trump Tower, Toppling foundations in dust clouds spread wide. Hippos are smashing through bars in…
Atrium
by Adam Pearson For the woman who tried to murder me. how could those gentle hands that stroked my hair with love and tenderness as soft as down– (–I’ll keep you safe, and love you forever, no matter what, we will have each other–) –have tensed themselves like snakes around my neck to strangle me…
Words from the Wind 