When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
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
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
Lord, pledge all Your juices. I come alone tonight and solitude narrates what my voice sees in the klieg lights of December. The earth evolves . under its belt of … Continue reading
. Just as a blind man might find a jewel amongst heaps of rubbish, so this Mind of Awakening has somehow arisen in me. It is the elixir of life produced … Continue reading
Word spread across the countryside about the wise Holy Man who lived in a small house atop the mountain. A man from the village decided to make the long and … Continue reading
Humility is not thinking less of myself, but rather thinking of myself less. I am neither the best nor the worst —both extremes are manifestations of pride. The frog sings, … Continue reading