Without a doubt, now that I’m looking back on my life these last 15 years or so, I can tell there has been a call.Something
Étiquette : poetry
May The Moon Never Go Out
As the night rises, and the and the day sets,The silence that sets in is especially favorable to the rise of envy: desire, having, being-as
The Jungle Of Old Age
In the thick jungle of old ageThrough which I walk,Tree branches, bushes brambles,Wild animals running in the opposite direction,All damage, puncture, further tear off my
Straw Fire (1/2)
Exhausted beings, knotted together,Entangled in others’ links,Littering the ground with ashes,Burned skin and worn-out hearts. In this place, however, the fatigue of the soul,May teach
Silent Thunder
I met his gaze of light,The sparkle coming out of his eyes,Was reflected in mineNaked truthUnvarnished happinessRecognition has taken placeA second or twoAscending spiralCollapse of
Universal Mother Bird
The Mother Bird feeds the Nestling away from all notion of time.The nest is unconditionally offered to the bird who might land. Sitting Zazen in
Notes & Silence 