I have four published books, three currently in the making, and several more lying around waiting for my attention. I wish I had a house, a team, and a way to pay for these!
The published ones are:
Impassioned Cows by Moonlight
1974, Hanging Loose Press, New York
Out of print. Poetry and short stories from my teenage years, when I was in California and Europe.
Love at Dancing Leaves: A Tantra Memoir
508 pages. 2010, self-published through Amazon
From 2005 until 2012 I lived in Missouri, USA, with a silent, handsome, much younger man who had voted for George Bush twice…but he was so silent I did not know that for quite some time! I taught him Tantra meditations, designing these every week. The meditations were so beautiful that I would write them down next morning…and eventually a book was born.
It was very difficult for me to live in the American Midwest, because of the isolation from like-minded and -spirited people, and eventually I left…but that is another book. This one describes a loving but challenging idyll in this 2-acre oak grove where our house stood…relating done with as much grace and awareness as I could find in myself. Meditation transforms, and that relationship will remain as a big pot of radiance in my inner kitchen…and I think for him as well. He is now happily married to someone else, but the light remains like a rainbow over the sea.
More About the Moon
2014, self-published through Amazon
This is a collection of poems from my whole life, each of which happens to mention the moon. I became fascinated with the idea of the moon as a mirror, a constantly-changing image of whatever we saw in it. A pure white nothing. This book is my joyous celebration of that.
A Colourful Dessert of Flowers
2016, self-published through a private printer, 100 copies only
This is a strange book, even to the writer.
When I was going through menopause, in 2007, I would wake in the night full of alertness. I began to hear rhyming verses, and wrote them down in the dark. This went on for about 6 weeks, and eventually the material emerged as two long poems. The first is called Suppose There Is No Armageddon, and is a rebuttal to the human habit of predicting doomsday. (There are many Christian sects in the Midwest; and Christians are not the only ones who like to brood on end-times.)
The second is called My Personal Utopia, and is based on Osho’s vision in The Golden Future, where he talks about “millions of small communes spread all over the earth in thick forests, lush green forests, in mountains, on islands.” It tells us how to live well, and what to avoid…and it celebrates all sorts of things I particularly like, such as figs, raccoons, cats, bicycles, and shopping! Dynamic meditation is described in rhyme, and illustrated…the book has lots of line drawings in it.
I’ve written this since I was about 13, and was first published that same year, in my older brother’s underground newsletter! I was mentored for a while by Denise Levertov, who gave me much encouragement. I was published quite widely as a teen and gave many readings. And then at 21 I went to Bombay and met Osho…and felt the poetry and the much-more-than-could-have-dreamed-of scalding spirit wake-up, and that was that…so did not bother about publishing again until the last few years.
I have about 185 poetry vids on YouTube, under Madhuri Z K Ewing Poetry. Here are a couple of them:
The Best Thing that ever Happened to Me
Gazing at the Goddess
Here is a poem:
Leaning Out a Window in Tuscany
And so one has the flu and stays in bed
And the blankets are hot and muffling
And one is patient and still
And gets up only to drink and pee,
Drink and pee.
And now it is some wee dark hour
And one crosses the little attic room
To the window, and unlatches it,
And opens it wide.
The blackness is great and encompassing
It reaches everywhere
And in it are decorations of stars:
The village of Chiusdino spangled on a hilltop
The Little Dipper and her friends
Clean and sparkling.
And over there, between a roof and floor of cloud
The bare and gibbous moon
With his scrubbed face and silent breath
Is poised huge as anything
Making night colder.
And one is leaning out the window
Over the light lichens crusted on the roof tiles
And the air is clean as cool water,
And one is so gently full of joy.
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