Christmas

The present
Is the present
Ever here
For the opening

Christmas

The present is the
Present
Ever here for the opening

Forging a life in those empty places
Reveling amidst the in-betweens
Now is the time
Here is the place

What we are
And what is
Fits together
Perfectly

Upping the Ante of the Possible

Those hackneyed myths desperately clutching
At the tail of an ever ungraspable presence
A shuffling of the deck
To find a script you can speak
But life being life
Which has to move
Like it or not
Ready or not
There is no one way
You're supposed to feel

Spinning gold filigrees from the straw
Of yesterday's regrets

The Sensei's Status Update and His Subsequent Comments on Same

(Status) More flame than statue
More verb than noun
More ellipses than period...

(Comment) The wretched detritus of a wastrel's life
By turns profligate
Then penurious
Pathetically seeking solace with his parsed distinctions
His self-congratulatory smugness

(Comment) While the would be Bohdisattva wondered
How to ferry all these people across
He sank
In the quicksand
By the shore

Is part two

What we are
And what is
Fits together
Perfectly

A Song Of Innocence

Spirit guides are everywhere
Animals may be the loudest
The most insistent...
That jay exhorting
Squirting out its comment--
Let go... move on...
Next time on your head--

Or the shadow at my feet
The wind-stirred leaves
A toe stubbed
All hint
Who... What... Where...
When...
Doesn't...

Surf Camp

My goggles are foggy
But my thoughts are clear
Or is it the other way around
Vice/versa
Both/and
Neither/nor

Being/nothingness strikes again

Or is it emptiness/form...