Feb 19 2014

Ivan M. Granger – Twelve Ways to Lose Your Head on Maui

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Twelve Ways to Lose Your Head on Maui
by Ivan M. Granger

Piercing the clouds, fingers
of sunlight caress the valley floor.
The Iao Needle stands, its immense
      quiet crushing.

Staring blindly out the window,
no work getting done –
a stolen moment when silence
      has stolen me.

Reading, I shiver in the Upcountry chill.
Already old in the new year, the island
and I shiver
      and grow still.

Baldwin Avenue meandering to Paia
beneath an empty sky,
cane fields
      surge in the sun.

At the altar: Breath
aglow in my throat.
Golden treacle pools
      upon my heart.

The path to Twin Falls, dusty
between my toes. Wild ginger points
to the upper pool. Fallen guavas
      float downstream.

Hana Highway, pausing
at each bridge to let traffic pass.
Around the bend –
      endless ocean.

Fasting on Saturday –
empty stomach, empty head.
Time spreads
      into stillness.

Cinnamon-red and blue, a pheasant stares
through the window. My wife
calls me, whisper. I see them
      see each other.

In the cave among the eucalyptus
up Alae Road – a fine seat
for a city boy
      playing sadhu.

In bursts of wingbeats
a cardinal darts by. The red
bird finds himself lost
      among the red proteas.

The sun setting beyond
Ma’alaea Harbor. The golden ocean,
I see, drinks the tired eye in.
      I am gone.

— from Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey, by Ivan M. Granger

/ Photo by alierturk /

In 2000, my wife and I moved to the island of Maui, having never even visited the islands before. My first impressions didn’t match my visions of a tropical paradise at all. We arrived just after the cane harvest, so we were greeted with expansive fields of exposed red earth. Driving through the ramshackle surfer town of Paia for the first time, with red dust swirling around wood slat storefronts, it felt like we had arrived in the Australian outback.

But you know, over time, I really came to love the aina, the land of Hawaii. I wasn’t a beach dweller; my wife and I lived high up along the slopes of Haleakala Volcano, among the misty forests of eucalyptus and wattle. Every human structure was kind of run down, but there was something… normal about that. Even the trophy mansions hidden behind iron gates felt somehow temporary, just passing through on a slow current.

As I began to give in to the rhythms of life on the island, a quiet and ease settled into my body in a way I’d never known before.

We lived there for four years before returning to the mainland.

But I still have visions of looking down the slope of Haleakala, all the way down to Ma’alaea Harbor, while the heavy golden sun sinks in glory beneath the horizon…

Malama pono!

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Ivan M. Granger grew up in Oregon and Southern California. He has also lived on the island of Maui. He now lives in Colorado with his wife, Michele.

“Poetry has an immediate effect on the mind. The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance. Its words are chant. Its rhythms are drumbeats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye. Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself.”


Poetry Chaikhana readers often ask me about myself. Who is the guy behind all those poetry emails? What drew you to sacred poetry? And just what does “Poetry Chaikhana” mean?

As a way to answer some of those questions, I thought I’d post an audio interview I did a few years ago. I talk a little about myself, and a lot about poetry — the transformational power of poetry, the ways poetry naturally expresses the sacred experience, the non-dogmatic nature of poetry. And I read a few poems.

Click to listen: Interview with Ivan M. Granger


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4 responses so far

4 Responses to “Ivan M. Granger – Twelve Ways to Lose Your Head on Maui”

  1. Elizabeth Smyseron 19 Feb 2014 at 1:14 pm

    Very lovely.

  2. Joyce Stahmannon 20 Feb 2014 at 8:21 am

    Very well articulated, vivid images! Thank you!

  3. Aravindaon 21 Feb 2014 at 4:38 am

    Beautiful. Thank you.

  4. Patricia McCaronon 22 Feb 2014 at 4:09 pm

    Hi Ivan, fabulous poem! So happy you had to experience of living in Maui.
    loved the “thought for the day”. Love, Patricia xxx

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