Monthly Archives: January 2018

Solitary vigil on a windless night winter moon rising, bitter cold smoke-like thoughts drift through the dark phantom creatures with no place to land fire’s burnt out, not an ember remains now I know what I really am: everything, nothing … Continue reading →

Even the smallest thing has its own special glow — why speak of enlightenment when everything shines? Light flowing into light, into more and more light still, each one of our senses is a portal — open, open at will! … Continue reading →

Another season of rain and mists leaves more blurry footprints in the mud. Too damp for making fire, and beneath grey skies a cold cloak has wrapped itself around my shoulders, fits just right. Whatever it was I sought — … Continue reading →

Winter again, and all I have is one clean page left in my writing notebook. The rest were scribbled on, torn out, crumpled up, and tossed into the trash. The ghosts who drift around me may grow wistful — it’s … Continue reading →

I was born near a foggy shore, and grew to love the ocean moods. Valleys are rich with orchards and vineyards — who could resist their enticing charms? I’ve traveled through lonely deserts, stayed a while in many cities too … Continue reading →

In my mind I’m returning to the river. It’s all right there, everything is clear. The concise scripture, the revelation — I will read that book with my whole body. Still, I’m not really going anywhere at all. Everyone and … Continue reading →

A bittersweet music, the poignancy of ancient recognition, now washes over me — I feel the whole world, its history, its hurting, its aspiration, its inevitable transparency. Without exception, all are included in this ceremony.   Here around the campfire … Continue reading →

Then the sun bends down to caress your face, and now your soft eyes slowly open, revealing an enormous white room — its dazzling shine! You’re astonished — yes — you’ve sprouted wings. You can go anywhere, do anything, be … Continue reading →

Black-Eyed Juncos are busily flittering around the large bowls of fresh seeds you kindly put out this morning, while I sit here in my chair, not moving at all. For so long I wanted this: to be still, not moving … Continue reading →

Nobody understands how to meet You today how to greet You, to fall at Your feet I am there, I am there, we are all here You are the vanished one, hail the goer I would say something, I am … Continue reading →