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...

T he Sensei's Epitaph

The wretched detritus
Of a wastrel's life
By turns profligate
Then penurious
Dissolute in all save excess

Florida

Defusing the frustrating

by

Finding the funny faster

Exhilaration

Right now
Right here
Indra's web
Glistens

Metaphors

Energy manifests in infinite ways
Provided no blood be drawn
Bones broke
Best to ride it

Tiger Woods invokes Buddha

The world does not bow down to Buddha
It's just that he moves so fluidly through it
No Buddha I
But a stumbler, a tripper
Careening, in my slow-witted way,
Towards the light
I am already riding

There is not only this

Fleeing the vessel
Venturing further and further away
Stretching the cord
From the good ship "Identity":
This flame inside us
Moves at light speed...

Powder Day

Moment by moment
Explanation-free
Can religions exist
Without
Fear...

Status Update

While the would be Bodhisattva wondered
How to ferry all these people across
He sank
In the quicksand
By the shore

Status Update

One needn't travel vast expanses
To be a nomad.
Of course, that depends on how one
Defines "travel," "expanses," and "nomad."
In fact, by how one defines all
Of the above...

Status Update

What seems obvious to one person
Is opaque to another
This Terra Firma
Ain't very firma

Movement..
In every possible direction...