Ikkyu: Love Letters
love letters
sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon
Rita Sims Quillen: First Memory
People never believe me
when I tell them I recall
waking in my crib, lying watchful
Buddha Shakyamuni: Diamond Sutra
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning:
view all created things like this
What did you bring to the world?
You don’t have many days to stay, traveler.
Peter Schireson: Good Morning
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
Kathleen O’Toole: Mindful
Samsara’s in every in-breath, each shutter click of attention: first warning
signs of famine, children lining up
for the soldiers’ candy
Philip Terman: Such Abundance
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
Luray Gross: If Two People Are Aware of the Rising Moon
When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
Molly Fisk: Peace
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
like praise
Peter Schireson: Woof
I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading