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
Étiquette : consciousness
Writing a Way Out
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.
The Waiting-Room Prayer
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.
The Secret Joy of Jangling Keys (Late Night Poem)
On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping AbyssOn the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.On the black walls of internal nights, Sizzling
Dharma Equivalence (note)
Harada, in The Essence of Zen (p74) sketches a fascinating equivalence : Present = Now = Nyoze (suchness) = Ku (emptiness)= Mu (nothingness) = Do
What Makes me Feel like Crying (2/2)
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
