Nepal poems

Sing with the vehicle we have made out of heaven.
The water doesn’t long for something special.
It moves with wind and stone.
What particle of it have you picked up and remembered?
The root you take makes it better where honey is made.
Flowers are abundantly open, Nepal.


© 1996 Sonja J. Phinney

It took years to clothe myself in this state of human existence 
Coming down, feet on the ground.
How many bodies in one body?
And how does one see?
Three bodies follow route.
Leaves flourish, seeds fall away.
Three bodies flying
Who can see, vibrates over sea and tree.

© 1996 Sonja J. Phinney

There are some things that are not explained simply by machinery.
A wire alone doesn’t create electricity.
We must remember it is not just the body alone that creates this energy.
Don’t leave this up to the nervous system, the brain, the being alone.
It is the house, in which we enter,
So be free of the womb.

© 1996 Sonja J. Phinney

Now, all praises are seen divinely in his light.
The gardens, hu
Playing with children, hu
Gatherings of meditation, hu
You are the child in my heart.
All is moving towards, not away from.


© 1996 Sonja J. Phinney