Steve Brooks (Abhaya) – Poetry, Prose & Art

March 16, 2010

I Am Godot

Filed under: Drama,Fiction,Uncategorized — Steve Brooks @ 3:15 pm

I Am Godot CoverI Am Godot  is a play, written after Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett. This play bears little resemblance to that iconic play, but it owes its existence to that original work.

I Am Godot: A No-man Show was written in 2017.

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I Am Godot A No-Man Show

December 23, 2009

I Am

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 8:41 pm


I Am Cover“Sun is shining in its place as Sun, and here, now, Sun is shining in this place I am. Sun fills me with its heat and light, and I am made the same as Sun. Never thinking I am the Sun, I am Sun.”

“The Wind blows,” we say, but Wind is Wind. Standing in Wind, like a fish swimming in the ocean, I swallow Wind, it swallows me, and I am Wind.

Earth, this land, this soil, this ground beneath our feet is lifted from itself by wind. Earth becomes scattered across the surface of itself, as I am scattered from my origin, across the surface of my life. I am Earth, I live apart from myself, I settle down to myself again.

Rain falls, as rainfall does, down upon the land and sea it rises above. My eyes rain from themselves, in brokenhearted memory of what’s been held close as my own self. I am the rain of a tear that falls to sorrow from sorrowing. I am this Rain that evaporates in the air, to fall again, when sorrow calls again. I am the rain of my raining. I am Rain.

I breathe in and out the Air that breathes me. I am the Air that fills and empties me. I am its vessel, its container, the shape of its strength. Air opens and drains my lungs. I taste its nectar. I am the shape of shapeless Air. Without Air, I am the shape of its destruction. I am the Air of my demise. I am empty Air, from which I breathe myself alive. I am no difference between in and out.

I am Water, as I seek the shape of my container. I seek my shape in myself, as flow seeks itself across the flat bed of a stream. As I level myself with any like me in my range. I am Water, in being round in round things, narrow in narrow things, spiral in spirals, wide in deltas.

I am true to myself in many forms. I am Water. I am Air. I am Rain. I am Wind. I am Sun.

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I Am

May 19, 2009

Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 2:04 pm

Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time Cover
Everyone is Naked and Dancing All the Time, 35 pages, poetry about what remains when one finally moves beyond a life of romanticism.

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March 20, 2009

Prepare to Dance

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 7:53 pm

Prepare to Dance CoverPrepare to Dance  is a small book of poems, written in 1993, a year after I got back from India, during which time I had seen myself surrender to myself, to Being Itself, and to the love of another. All of these surrenders mirror the same emptiness of intention.

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Prepare to Dance

March 12, 2009

Savage Amusement

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction,Prose — Steve Brooks @ 11:10 pm

Savage Amusement Cover

Savage Amusement The Autobiography of a Semi-Unknown Semi-Genius – A Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist in San Francisco in 1975.


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Savage Amusement Introduction

Savage Amusement

February 25, 2009

Life Itself, A Roomful of Soul

Filed under: Book,Non-fiction — Steve Brooks @ 8:13 pm

Life Itself CoverLife Itself is a compilation of interior language, written after I got back from India, after enjoying the presence and the awareness of a teacher I didn’t seek but found. In his presence, I saw another human being speak what I knew to be true. In his presence, I witnessed doubt, that I didn’t know I carried, disappear. I’m not a disciple of his, and he’d be happy to know that, because he sought no disciples. His teaching, called Advaita, is the practice of no practices. These writings are as close to the kind of language that would exist if there were no religion, as far I am able to make them.

Papaji said to me, ‘Nobody has ever been able to describe this, but don’t stop trying. You are a writer. Write from the source.’ He meant that I write as one who was not separate from the source, as the source speaking. I saw him speak, not as one speaking about being to others, but as being speaking to being. In his presence, I saw love pouring out toward itself. I’ve never seen that as clearly, in any other human being, before or since, but I believe it is the natural state of our existence and not confined to the people we hold up as teachers, gurus, and masters. If it’s true for anyone, it’s true for everyone.

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A Roomful of Soul

Zenku from A Roomful of Soul

February 15, 2009


Filed under: Book,Novella — Steve Brooks @ 1:03 am

Borderwalker Cover

Borderwalker is about a poet who becomes lost to himself and discovers a deeper reality.

“He lay in an unhealed heap, drawing his only nourishment from the sun, like a decrepit house plant that hasn’t had light or water for a long time, root-bound and dried out, then moved, palest green, to the sun, and the sun beats down like a tidal wave on a parched and thirsty man, drowned by what he needs, unable to receive it.”

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February 1, 2009

The Lonely Lion and all the Animals from A to Z

Filed under: Book,Children,Fiction — Steve Brooks @ 10:51 pm

The Lonely Lion CoverThe Lonely Lion & All the Animals from A to Z is a collection of alliterative children’s stories for adults and the children who love them.  I began these tales, one day, with a casual remark to a friend about the similarity between the words juggler and jugular. He suggested I write a story about it, so I did. It was called ‘The Juggler in the Jungle.’ After that, it was only a matter of time before I began to write stories using all the letters of the alphabet.  An artist friend, Christine Schibly, was visiting, not long after these stories were written, and I thought she might be a good one to illustrate them. She has a narrative style in painting that I could not match. She agreed to do the wonderful work you see below, and this book came into being. Her original watercolors are 11×14. Christine lives in San Francisco. The second section of animal paintings are my own, later, less complex versions of  The Lonely Lion. The paintings in that section are 5×7 watercolors.

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Lonely Lion Introduction

The Lonely Lion


Abbreviated Version


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January 31, 2009

The Blood & Turnips Poetry Festival Anthology

Filed under: Book,Drama,Fiction,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 11:47 pm

This is the anthology for the one-man show, The Blood & Turnips Poetry Festival, which was first performed by the author in San Francisco in 1975 at Intersection Theater, and later at other venues.

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Blood & Turnips Introduction

Authors’ Credits

Blood & Turnips Anthology

January 15, 2009

We Tie Our Wings to the Trees

Filed under: Book,Poetry — Steve Brooks @ 11:42 pm

Wings to the Trees CoverWe Tie Our Wings to the Trees is prose poems from 2006-07 .

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We Tie Our Wings to the Trees

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