like a windblown piece of trash I suppose I’ll be leaving. This body has the right idea. I was saying some words for you but they didn’t last and the lovely thought of your face or our love or our life together dissipated so maybe instead of packing self with sand and salt I’ll walk […]
In the beginning
Giving great birth we are full of pain It is uncertain what came before and if what came is now what is it’s a question of memory or one thought after the other
my eye was open it saw a world
open stream I seem some leaves that skate the face of the water a poem neverminding what is said golden clouds at sunset pink in the west a well-furnished room where the fire burns sanctuary not a word I can use
Reflections on Passing
Listening to Lama Karma Drodhul chant The Liberation Through Hearing, a Tibetan text designed to be read to the dying as they transition. Our cat has been in the process of dying for some days now, so Lama Karma has been busy chanting nonstop (we have his voice on CD, along with Khenpo Karthar Rinpoche […]
my body becomes the earth and air and sky
it is gentle leaves drifting to the ground and a single thread unravels an entire work frayed at the edges we watch our works unravel at the edges dissolving towards the center and we cry that our toys which we thought were a self are scattered thoughtlessly to the winds but no matter what is […]
My breath is quiet, my heart shines
your plans got stacked up like empty plates there are no dishes in this house we were waiting for you to make something last worthwhile — such a funny word in a world where nothing lasts so let’s be joyful I can hear a bird singing and its cry dissolves in the wind as it […]
Zhang Zhuang
Standing like a tree. Rooted to the ground, spreading up to heaven. Feeling the energies opening in my legs, feeling my body temperature rising, my breath deepening into my lower belly. Standing still. Moving on the inside. One breath, two breaths, three breaths. My thighs are cold. The sun is hot. The trees are helping […]
