The breathing pump is deepening its movementsLower, lowerI can hear the dim questions rising from withinI can see the mind slightly starting to driftAway, at
The writing process is never complex. This does not mean anything.The complexity lies in the processes that the writer describes, not in the writing itself.
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
Harada, in The Essence of Zen (p74) sketches a fascinating equivalence : Present = Now = Nyoze (suchness) = Ku (emptiness)= Mu (nothingness) = Do
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where