Tag Archives: sacred

Fountain

Posted on October 11, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Water need not praise– its small gods reside in flow through the end of days.

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Floating World

Posted on August 27, 2023 by John Biscello

Within the hyphenated seizure of rain upon stone, a lyrical wake of kisses threading sky to the earth-sown– Images of the floating world perceive our birth and death, we go on, surviving our ghosts, dissolving into unmembered deeds of light, … Continue reading →

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of sound mind and body

Posted on October 9, 2022 by John Biscello

bones grinding on. bones grinding. light on light. light on bone on light grinding. give us this day our daily savvy. this how our bodies shape music. make music. no names attached. mapless and hungry and eligible for fractures. bones … Continue reading →

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Tend

Posted on June 7, 2018 by John Biscello

To be given over, again and again, to amen, upon this earth, to bind renewal, through wonder tended, by savor’s witness.

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Fullness

Posted on January 8, 2018 by John Biscello

When the clean quiet fullness of your heart rises and begins to drown the rabble in your head in white light, within and without become clear matching mirrors.  

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Kissing

Posted on November 7, 2017 by John Biscello

She told me, and I quote: “As a pagan-gnostic-pop-mystic, my religion is kissing– the ground, stones, twigs, children’s nubby fingers, hems of clothing, mouths.” To prove her word devout, she kissed me on the lips, then deeper, and I received … Continue reading →

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