by Ryan Oelke | Apr 26, 2015 | Poetry
Nothingness. Compassion finds its roots in the embrace of nothingness: seeing emptiness slipping through so many fingers, trying to touch what already is, and witnessing all the dewy hands holding bottomless cups searching for more water, drops of rain, or at least...
by Ryan Oelke | Apr 15, 2013 | Poetry
you can sleep deeply tonight, for a love that does not know how to speak will carry the wicked and weak and venerate those who pray quietly to no one …
by Ryan Oelke | Apr 2, 2013 | Poetry
I will not wallow at the threshold of freedom with pain knocking at this door I will not cover myself with veils of fear with pain knocking knocking at this door I will not retreat beneath the floor of comfort with pain knocking knocking knocking at this door I will,...
by Ryan Oelke | Feb 28, 2013 | Poetry
god is pouring out of everything i saw her hiding in your words, holding a dusty mirror… when will the mystery see itself? i see her, i see her i see you god is pouring out of everything she’s living in your scars, holding a post card, reading a lost poem...
by Ryan Oelke | Feb 10, 2013 | Poetry
what lives in silence and storms, in the absence of desire and devotion to form? Know don’t know. what beckons in the heart of questions, in the movement of breath and resolved expression? Know don’t know. what shines on open arms and open face, in budding...
by Ryan Oelke | Feb 4, 2013 | Poetry
When searching ends, evaporating a relentless fog, releasing its dogged grip on the senses, the heart and mind are redolent with curiosity and a desire to touch all things… ah, breathe in the simplicity of being here! In this quietude can be heard the roars of this...
