White Noise in This World Silver in the Next $17

“White noise” is “a random signal with a constant power spectral density,” says Google. “Such a signal is heard as a hissing sound, resembling the ‘sh’ sound in ‘ash’. In music and acoustics, the term ‘white noise’ may be used for any signal that has a similar hissing sound.” After chemo and radiation my oncologist asked if I heard a hissing sound in my ears. I said no, having always thought of it as the Music of the Spheres. It’s the background silence that is pure, whose purity is expressed as a “hissing sound.” Not of snakes, but of bliss. Or the whoosh of the sacred perveyors of bliss. And in the Unseen Next World that’s an inconceivable state, herein called “silvery.” Take one step forward / it all turns to light // But to pour from one bottle to another / step back // At just the right balance / it pours itself…

Poem Selection from White Noise in This World Silver in the Next

In Every Breath


In every breath
a face opens up

of such purity
whose radiance is

cornfields at their peak
moment of harvest

God’s Face which is
no face we associate with


coming over the hill at us
wherever and whenever

we happen to be
and overwhelmingly familiar

when we’re
original emptiness

a worthy state for

contemplating God’s works
inside and outside us

as has often been

But truly
the pigeon is a perfect

work of God

the fly a famous
confabulation that

we can’t duplicate no
matter how hard

we try

And then there’s air
itself and

churning seas

entering rainbow land and
coming out the other side

as fresh as a Spring shower

and the sparkle of the
freshly sprinkled

God’s Face

Whose navigational pull
ordains the

saintly in us
a ladder of alchemical

gold with many rungs
that become one when

our heart’s breaths
extend over canyons and

thoughts themselves

ablaze with the
possibility of


Each gnat a
prince among gnats

Each bird the hoopoe of

Each blink of our
eyes the man of Allah

who could transport
Bilqis’ throne in a

then bring it

home again

5/3/15 (from White Noise in This World Silver in the Next)

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An Animal That Contains


An animal that contains
all animals

with or without tusks and
ferocious feet

eyes like semaphores

A human that contains
all humans

powerless and placid
harmonized with

God and everything surrounding
both outwardly and


On a planet that contains
all planets and

planetary bodies
in perfect circulation

around a perfect sun

that contains all
solar systems so deeply

far flung

No breath taken that doesn’t
contain all breaths

No glance that doesn’t
take in that far line of

trees so staunchly
standing up the hill

That mountain range that
contains all terrains

This sky that contains all skies
and this eye

that contains all eyes

seeing only Allah Who
is not and

all things to which

all else is

9/11/15 (from White Noise in This World Silver in the Next)

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Aurora Borealis


Would the Innuit live to
wear his new

coat of seal fur?

Would the moose live to
swagger a bit with that

rack of antlers?

Would I live to wear the
vest that fits so perfectly

with all its useful
pockets and flaps and

almost invisible
silent zippers?

Would the Spring arrive again on
time after winter

living through itself and its
green urgencies

till Summer?

Would the clouds one day form
readable sentences on their

own or disperse into various
wayward puffs as usual

into the general atmosphere?

Would this poem live to be
read by at least one

living person
who might tuck it onto one of his or

her own vest pockets and ride
out on his or her

icy toboggan over the living
tundra in search of the

most glorious
aurora borealis?

6/18/15 (from White Noise in This World Silver in the Next)

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