Friday, August 31, 2007

Impromptu at the doorway using big words

How tenuously this clinging
self vibrating at the universe's
unendingly permeable vortex,
this perpetually unfolding threshold,
quivers within, about
our omni directional
way.







Thursday, August 30, 2007

The wisdom of

Solomon had 700 wives
and 300 concubines,
and then there's puny old me
thinking i'd be satisfied
with only an extra nine or ten.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Seasons

here i am
more and more
less and
less
getting in the way
of the
way.

how can there be any
obstacles?

Spring blossoms do
not shed
doubts.

to what do
memories, insights
stick?

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

the wisdom of

the wisdom of trevor
who, before repeating 2nd grade,
observed how c. and i
were, side by side, working
on separate computers.
trevor:" so you e-mail each other
instead of talk?"
me: "we're a 21st century couple."
c.:her later blog entry tells
how she's so freaking out living
with someone,"even on a trial basis"
(her reminder/warning to me),
but that she "adored this person"
(her encouragement/solace to me).

Monday, August 27, 2007

Because she's young and beautiful

Because she's young and beautiful
she doesn't have to be smart or interesting.
Because she's young and beautiful
everything she utters is of its very nature
already smart and interesting,
at least to those besotted souls
not so young
not so beautiful.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Eclipse Means Abandonment

just when
you think you've hit rock bottom
you realize
an echo way below
it's just a ledge
you've landed on
a cracked ledge
you're only part way down

S
N
A
P
.
.
.

Friday, August 24, 2007

the stream enterer

coming, going,
here, there,
no gap.
how, the crow asks, can one be two.
stream sound.

can many be one?
is loving the world separate
from loving oneself?
released, the hand fills the hand,
and the vast sky sure doesn't hinder white clouds from flying.

what is apart from your birth,
what has not gone into your making,
has not led to you,
does not, indeed, flow from you?

fathomless this bag of bones,
this stirring center,
interweaving within, about,
beyond.

dogen warns: "do not suppose that what you realize
becomes your knowledge and is grasped
by your consciousness."

a gust of wind italicizes you, your.