-
ENTER EXITS
He says doors and windows are to enable us to come within, to be safe from all that is outside, to make this space a sanctuary. She says windows and doors are to allow us to merge with the sky, taste the river, and sing songs taught us by the moon. The doors and windows…
-
ANGELS
She says sometimes an angel will appear, and you won’t know it. Driving US 1 out of Narragansett, the map says you are close to the sea. You cannot smell the salt air, there is no scent of cod or clam, there is only faith. The waitress in the Newport Café wears the plaid shirt…
-
RAGA BADVA
Look behind the number, past the curtain that shields from your eyes its magic – it is there the singularity of life sheds its clothes, and what you grasp so tightly is no more than the idea of dawn, the concept of death. You must dig the grave to that certain depth so that should…
-
A SMALL GARDEN (HAIKU)
sitting, time biding leaf floats down from branch trampled under foot road salt crusts over etched into a chrome bumper the heron returns pine needles a bed for the deer and the hunter tall pines cry leaden tears tangled broken branch dangling from a barren oak awaiting spring rain giant cranes…
-
INDIGONE
I have always wanted to walk into a store and buy a rainbow. I have seen rainbows in stores but never the one I want, one marked down because it is missing a color, perhaps indigo. How would we really know if indigo were truly missing? Last week the clouds, the sun and a post-rain…
-
TAKING FLIGHT
A man ran down the street this morning, flapping his arms. It wasn’t clear if he was running for exercise, moving his arms in the bitter cold, or actually thinking they were wings and with enough motion he might take off. There is also the possibility that he was simply crazy and a look at…
-
LETTING GO
Dawn is announced by the sound of the bell, its echo chasing off the ghost of night leaving but whispers of what he cannot tell. Looking inward the mind seeks to rebel, to vanquish the simple call of the light. Dawn is announced by the sound of the bell and the peace of dreams shattered…
-
THREE CONVERSATIONS WITH BUDDHA
I How do you make an axe handle if you have no axe? Sharpen your mind. II How do you hear a tree fall in the forest if you are in the city? Turn a deaf ear. III How do you find the path to enlightenment if you have no…
-
SEEKING THE BUDDHA
I looked for you on the bullet train from Osaka to Tokyo, but perhaps you were in the unreserved car sharing a seat with a small girl, and a withered old woman, eyes closed, staring placidly at the holy mountain shrouded in clouds.
-
THROUGH THE GATE: FURTHER REFLECTIONS ON THE MUMONKON
The Beardless Barbarian 無門關 四 A young child has no beard. In one dream you are bearded and awake clean shaven. In one dream you are clean shaven and awake rubbing your long beard. When you meet your dreams and when your dreams meet you, which is real, Wakuan…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
an old writer and his words 