Meditation is
practice in listening
then realizing
there is nothing to hear.
A thousand enchanting songs
are a thousand enchanting songs.
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Twelve months learning
to pour water
Last year I
knew everything,
Nothing happened.
This year,
I know nothing
Internal practice turns
external and the world purifies
Lay the sword down,
defeated
with no opponent. Bow
of the chin,
I know nothing.
A cave is silent,
my own stillness
reverberates, can sit
at peace with the world
in my heart from afar.
Up close, this world talks back,
but it does not disrupt..
Until I make peace
something to call my own,or
something to strive for.
Nothing can disrupt
what is nothing
belonging to no one.
I see this world
constantly showing me
where i am not. The
work is done, but
it is never finished.
1
My red pen is weeping
the temple is packed up
No one worships boxes
but when they get unpacked
and set up on pedestals &
decorated…
people love to worship.
2
I saw wind’s hair
gathered in ancient oak’s branches.
The tree still
in its own awe.
Looking down, a poppy
reveling in its own genius bliss
can’t even stop beaming.
Up the path
Birch trees so
Impressed with their own mystique
their leave hysteric shimmer
praising breeze.
3
Human, consume yourself.
Sit in your fire
cook and
consume yourself.
At first its disgusting.
You are almost spoiled, but still
a sweetness entertains
and you must have more once you’ve begun.
The fire gets hotter and it is
so uncomfortable but you
start to taste sweeter and
sweet you
must have more and must
keep cooking, stoking, and sitting
in a blaze
Consume.
Until
You want no more
but you must finish if
you start.
Consume until
there is no fire, consumption, consumer, or thing
to be consumed
So consumed that you
revel in a moment with
nothing to hide because
there is Nothing
to hide and
No one is
watching.
Weeping the tears of centuries
the river carves Earth. Or,
does Earth offer it’s palm lines
for water to swim in?
Which way do
your eyes see?
What do you
offer with those
earthen palms? Do you
allow water to flow
in life lines?
Sitting down heavily
digesting the universe,
offering what there is
to offer.
Pressing into inspiration,
graced in stillness with
nothing to say..
Poetic words come from a pen
wrapped in my fingers.
I read them carefully.
Offering space for
the universe to offer verses.
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