Friday, December 13, 2019

MASTER'S WISDOM 


The old monk
says: The path

to enlightenment
is like standing

in the rain.
I can't tell you

more than that.



Thursday, December 12, 2019

EVENING DEEPENS 


I lift my eyes.
The stars fly and
I fly with them.



Wednesday, December 11, 2019

LATE AUGUST SKY 


Mother Hawk
turns the world
to autumn.

All small things
avoid her shadow.
All small things

accept their lot.
We ourselves
lost our wisdom.

Mother Hawk
knows what is
left to gain.




Tuesday, December 10, 2019

ODOR / IS 


Odor
is door

inside out
where the

flowers are.



Monday, December 09, 2019

UNDERSTANDING 


Leave off
whispering,

I say, and
speak up.

The wind
rises.

The light
brightens.

The voice
of God

is lost
among

the birds'
chirping.

I have to
make my

guesses.



Sunday, December 08, 2019

THE DIFFERENCE 


The difference
with me is

I don't want
to understand

everything,
only this,

this moment.



Saturday, December 07, 2019

THE PLACE 


The place
I have found
is this

moment
in silence.



Wednesday, December 04, 2019

THE MONK 


The monk
is not
the poet.

The prayer
is not
the poem.

The wind
is not
the shaken

thing. Or
is it?



Tuesday, December 03, 2019

LOVE AND DEATH 


Each connects
to every

other. Work it,
baby, work it.



Monday, December 02, 2019

HOW MUCH 


How much of this
do you need
from me, O Lord?

You've given me
silence. I offer
only poems.



Sunday, December 01, 2019

CHICORY 


A moment
of chicory

in wind. A
swing of sun

against the
blue heart of

this last earth.
When we go

from here, it
will be gone.



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