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SLEEPING
In the Virginia countryside men have dug an enormous hole. Some say it is for the stone to pave their streets, build their homes. Some say it was dug out of spite. The young child looking out the window of the plane knows and simply says it is a burrow where all the stars and moon…
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THE HERMIT
The hermit lives in the shadow of the great mountain listening to the symphony of the bluebird and the wild Rose engulfed by the sky, the meandering stream his constant companion. I live in a city in a sea of city dwellers each of us prisoners marching from cell to cell, with passing nods we…
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NARA
The clouds shimmer in echo of the peel of the great temple bell. Hearing the chorus of monks, a small red maple sheds a leaf. It is the butterfly whose wings gavotte to the inkin bell which causes waves to lap the shore of a distant sea.
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GOING OVER THE BLUE CLIFF: HEKIGANROKU CASE 4
TE SHAN CARRIES HIS BUNDLE Walking in the room you cast your eyes about, looking for something, although you cannot say what it is that you look for, and you cannot believe you will not find it, for you think you will know what it is only when you see it. The person who sees…
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ON THE MESA
I sit outside, on the mesa, having watched the mauve, fuchsia and coral sky finally concede to night. The two orange orbs sit twenty yards away, staring back and in this moment coyote and I have known each other for moments, for generations, and we are content. Coyote tells me he was once an elder living…
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FALLING IN LOVE, WALES
I I fell deeply in love with her, I standing in a small jewelers shop in Bangor Wales on a November morning. In truth, cradling a small silver Celtic cross in my hands I knew then that I, taken that plunge within moments of our meeting and recognition was all that remained. II We poets stood…
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SUMMER NIGHT
The moon etches itself into the cobalt sky. Orion rests on the margin of too tall eucalyptus that reach up to ensnare him. Luna’s face floats on the gently shifting pond staring up at the moon recognizing no one. She wonders why the stars move slowly as she sits transfixed. On the window sill Shakyamuni Buddha…
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SPACE(S) TIME
Interstitial time locked in a rent in the continuum. Space is bent in on itself, a temporal Klein bottle. Inside the event horizon Shroedinger’s cat is compressed until the purr of the naked singularity can no longer be heard. The Escherian path winds slowly across the Königsberg bridges crossing each once until the twins are no…
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42
Before there was a big bang there was what. Before there was life there was who. Before there was space there was where. Before there was time there was when. Before there was there was why.
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MIDSTREAM
A young man sits on a large flat rock jutting out into a river. He slowly tells the river the story of his life, places he has been, people seen and known. Each drop of water flowing by hears a small bit of his story, none hear whole thoughts, for perhaps he has told none.…
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