for Gabriel Rummonds They bloom above the yellow dazzle of cosmos and even after the sticky sweetness of the vibrant petals of red peonies were shattered by wind and rain. These royal purple iris, reigning atop their thin stems,...Read More
Everything matters. What is transcendent is the mystery of life and its essence. It is witnessing all but being conditioned by none. It is the higher truth of the universe— a sacred truth. In the true practice of presence: you...Read More
For many years I ghost-walked through grandma’s garden, sat in auntie’s backyard— nose in book, yet every summer every rose opened her fragrant self and lived in glorious rest in healing aroma in honeyed light, longing to give...Read More
What is it about sky’s darkening hue in early evening in summer that evinces a oneness both staggering and healing? Whenever I return home I feel deeply loved. Meanwhile outside I stand in holy contentment by a gate smothered in...Read More
My work now is astonishment. Here the breeze—an impulsive playful puppy. There a lark—perches on budding maple head thrown back, breast a quiver, sings straight at the sun, Do I walk at a slower pace? Is my mind unable to...Read More
Violent current, inviolable Sea, Gallant sailors, at Mother’s knee. For truth, the Sea is unwilling to compromise, Launching an attack on their lives. Black and blue, on and on they fight， Voyaging into the dark of night....Read More
If it is the truth you seek, Then you would know the future is bleak. The rising tides, their ebb and flow, Into their depths, we all must go. Deep beneath the ocean’s waves, Lie what will be aquatic graves. We took her life,...Read More
“Things are too much in the air, for me. I do not feel grounded, even though I live on only the second floor,” she says. I wonder what she means. Myself, I possess a condo Fourteen stories up with a good amount of sky Outside my...Read More
When the nice young lady down the hall In this apartment house agreed to cut My sweet cat’s claws, she did it very well, Said she enjoyed doing it, would take no money, And continued doing so for several months; She had...Read More
The new priest was a German refugee who (or so he said) was tortured with hot oily rags leaving him with facial scars and a tic. He was younger than the others, so he got the more demanding assignments — after-school gym and...Read More
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