Thursday, February 25, 2021
THE LIGHT
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
THE CHILL MEANS
The chill means
autumn, means
winter is
not far off,
means the world
is what it
is in this
moment, this
all we have.
IN SOME LANGUAGE (11)
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
THIS WALKING HEART-
This walking heart-
beat. Is it enough
to wait, patient,
while the world comes
to its senses? Is
it enough to hope?
LOVE
Love
in the moment of
falling from,
letting go,
is love, as when
the skin
does not know
what the skin
knows.
Monday, February 22, 2021
SHADED GREY
Shaded grey,
a dull sun
behind it.
Autumn leaves.
Whatever
stays now wants
to be here.
Even wind
in these trees,
loving them.
THE WITHINNESS
Sunday, February 21, 2021
TEN OLD MONK POEMS (3)
DON'T ASK YOURSELF
Don't ask yourself,
You might not like
what you answer,
the old monk says.
That's the whole plot
in a few simple words.
~
THE STARS ARE
The stars are shifting,
the old monk said.
The horses have run
away, yet the stars
don't worry. Every
moment is tomorrow.
~
WE HAVE SO MUCH
We have so much
infinity,
the old monk said.
It never ends.
~
IF YOU DON'T
If you don't do
what you always do,
the old monk said,
you may not do
what you need to.
~
I HAVE SAID
I have said so much,
the old monk said,
the silence is full.
~
WHEN I SEE
When I see the same thing
I say the same thing,
the old monk said,
when saying something new
wouldn't be fruitful.
~
THE MOON
The moon
opens the sky,
the old monk says.
The pines sing
an old song.
Listen:
the night says
How long,
how long?
~
LEARNING THIS
Learning this silence,
the old monk says,
prepares you for
the next one.
~
YOU CANNOT
You cannot
mean silence,
the old monk says,
when you keep
speaking in words.
~
WHEN YOU KNOW
When you know,
the old monk says,
you know
you can say
nothing.
You own
your silence.
The silence
owns you.
~
IN SOME LANGUAGE (10)
Saturday, February 20, 2021
BIRDS
The big birds
and small ones,
the weed birds
and beauties,
God's creatures
on the wing
to wherever
heaven is.
NOT YOUR BODY
Friday, February 19, 2021
ENOUGH
Enough, he says,
when wind fills his
breath, when the sky
roars, when the birds
stay low. Wisdom
is turning where
the road goes.
IN SOME LANGUAGE (9)
