The Dentist

(A whimsical look at the search
for the true Self with a playful nod
to Walt Whitman’s “O Captain!
My Captain!”)

O Dentist! My Dentist!
what do you see?
Tongue, teeth alone
or the very soul of me?

Peering down
that warm, dark shaft,
your mindless chatter
creates a draft.

If a captive’s cry
you hear within,
lower some floss
and rescue him.

For how he longs
to be set free
by anyone, including
the likes of thee.

© 2006 Dennis Ference

Lightness of Being

Let the sum
of all the moments of love
you have ever known
strip you naked
of roles and titles
wounds and triumphs
and breathe you
into the singular
present moment
where nothing
can weigh you down,
where nothing exists
but the blissful
lightness of Being.

© 2015 Dennis Ference

To Writers Everywhere

Do not withhold
your words from the world
out of pride or anxiety
or concern for success;
rather entrust them
to the winds of the universe
that the wings of the Spirit
may receive and enfold them
and carry them to those hearts
and minds that secretly wait for them
with unspoken need.

© 2015 Dennis Ference

Suffering

In these later years I’ve tried
for a transparent relationship
with suffering—
surely I don’t desire it
nor do I yet fully accept it
but for now at least
I make an effort
to ride with it
without passing it on
to all who share my space.

© 2015 Dennis Ference