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Nothing seems certain Least of all the movements of the heart Undermined by a stomach full of doubt [30 March 09]
Ideas of poems emails phone calls All drop away Switch off the lights And stand In awe Reverence With The slender crescent The silver moon Potent, yet Delicate Luminous Present [29 March 09]
if only I could light an incense stick on the incandescent flaming golden sunset that sets the room and my heart alightI'd have no need for matches [29 March 09]
The sky whitens, tinged blue The horizon glows orange And the landscape darkens [29 March 09]
The morning breeze d elicately R ustles leaves on the hedge Outside But can't reach My barricaded heart Inside [26 March 09]
In the cold grey morning A vivid splash of daffodil yellow Solitary, nodding in the wind [28 March 09]
Beauty in sorrow, sorrow in beauty A single teardrop reflects All that can be seen and all that is not said [27 March 09]
I see the world Through dusty spectacles and dirty windows Its beauty reduced to glimpses [26 March 09]
The mist sits in layers over the ground The sky starts to clear And a whisper of the moon Fades in the south [17 March 09]
heartbroken, heart aching touched by the sorrows of the world heart open, weeping. then listening [25 March 09]
two small flames splutter and then cease to be surrendering to a brilliant shaft of morning sunshine incense smoke swirls spreading tendrils across the room fragrantly embracing the morning and then cease to be[24 March 09]
Leg muscles screaming Thoughts wandering Intimacy arrives with each breath [24 March 09]
Shadows sharpen As the sun warms the morning After a blustery start, tranquillity [23 March 09]
hot from running, resting the mind almost absent, aware sensations flow with the view, gazing [22 March 09]
A gentle breeze whispers Between the vast sea of stars And the damp grass underfoot [21 March 09]
An imperfect lawn. Look closely Myriad forms of life and beauty Emerge into being from the earth [20 March 09]
In the mist shrouded morning Bird calls and wing beats Echo round and back [19 March 09]
Sitting quietly, tears rise On a tide of gratitude and love I miss my older brother [18 March 09]
Cool weak sunshine Filters through the clouds and mist Painting white reflections on the floor [17 March 09]
Everything calm Unhurried, effortless A bird glides across the sky [16 March 09]
Spring here The hedge fully trimmed Blue sky floods the window [15 March 09]
Woolly grey clouds fill the sky Then they part Revealing the vast brilliant blue [14 March 09]
step by step breath by breath caught up in thoughts speeding up unentangled slowing down damp grass in the garden lambs bleating in the field hills on the misty horizon traffic announcing itself meeting the morning as it comes to meet me [13 March 09]
Walking in silence The morning orchestra Reaches out with its offering [13 March 09]
Searching for words But hitting a wall Yesterday's worries, still here [12 March 09]
There's nothing here, nor there That need be spoken of Silence has no inadequacies [11 March 09]
Racing clouds and rolling wind Might have been in the mind As the blotchy grey sky lumbers on [10 March 09]
Six green and yellow slices Fall from the avocado half Softly glistening and smooth [09 March 09]
Through the cracks
And gaping wounds
Of a broken heart
Gratitude and joy
Flow openly
[08 March 09]
Welling sadness Incredible sadness Skirting along the edge Of tears and loneliness Somehow the joy and delight Conjured up by your words And the vision Of walking barefoot and Climbing trees with gratitude Touches something dark and unknown An overwhelming grief I have yet to make friends with Or even ask it's name Where am I? [08 March 09]
Above, the vast deep blue bowl of sky To the East, the bright rising moon To the West, the sparkling evening star Below, the damp and shadowy ground And through the middle, The harsh wind whistles and howls As I exercise these limbs And let the mind rest a while [08 March 09]
Moonlight slides across the floor Climbs upon the sofa Gets swallowed by the clouds [08 March 09]
This head aches a little But the hedge has lost its head! Brutally prepared for Spring. [07 March 09]
I hear your service Deep bows Incense And a tear [06 March 09] In response to Wild Fox Zen's Memorial Service for Katagiri Roshi whom I know through the writing of Natalie Goldberg
The crisp frosty morning emerges In the bright sharp sunshine Blurred weariness slowly melts away [06 March 09]
Turning and turning Circling and circling Yesterday's thoughts shade the morning mind [05 March 09]
Patterns repeat Into the night Until rest comes [04 March 09]
Sitting still awareness brightens Accepting the perfection Of things just as they are And just as they are not Discomfort and turmoil Comes to a rest Under a bright crescent moon [02 March 09]
Sitting still Through aches and pains The morning lightens [03 March 09]
Chasing this Chasing that Hoping, fearing Waking, sleeping Seeing, hearing Cooking, cleaning Working, resting Eating, shitting A mind full of Distractions Entanglements Obstructions Days full of activity So busy going Nowhere Adjusting A little to the left A little to the rightAh...! The middle way The vessel Of daily practice Sails onwards Slowly, steadily, gently* Leaving opposites Bobbing in its wake [20 January 09] *Deep bow to Jisu Sunim
Against the blue sky Circling pigeons, beating wings Shadows race across the frost [02 March 09]
Birds flit and skim across the garden In the peaceful stillness Time slips by [01 March 09]