As is the way of all things
Where does a poem come from?
It starts with a thought, perhaps an idea, an observation. Maybe just a question…
Mi corazon
my heart is a desert – dry, brittle, and unforgiving
my heart is an ocean – windblown at the surface, but silent and deep below…
Like a kite
attached by a string
that runs to earth
to the hand that binds
and heart that beats
caught by a strong breeze
i soar, i glide, i tumult…
Alternate space
She speaks of alternate space
To come of age in this dry place
Mute and destitute, as thoughts will allow
Lithe, yet brawn
Lao Tzu #1
The Tao is not a thing that can be named
Nor is it no-thing
Things have names
But not the eternal Tao
Lao Tzu #4
The Tao is like a wellUsed but never used upIt is like an eternal voidFilled with endless ...
Nuestra danza por esta vida
Every journey ends with a new beginning, as all viajes do
Yet there is no end
and was no beginning…
Bodhicitta
Imagine standing beside a vast sea of flowers, an ocean of colorSpreading out as far as th ...
What happens Zen?
The Tao is deep and beautiful
It’s hues soleil yellow and azure blue
Ring-of-fire volcanic red, fragrant tangerine
Amazonian jungle green and all in-between
It frees you of you
For it is the Tao
Liberty Cap News
Green coffee in the neon café sunrise after a cold three-mile walk down Soldotna Road. Changing signs, rearranging ads to read “Toke Soap” and “U R A Prune” – us all laughing giddy and high at 3AM…
Shadows and light
Your long light brown hair draped my nakedness like a forest of silk –
covering my flesh and emotions, as they ran hot and cold…