poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
Poems sometimes surface while on retreat. Most simply rise and then fade away, but a few linger long enough to be written down. Here the first of several from a recent retreat in Colorado mountain center Part I grasses, tall ready to seed. sage intermingled the incongruity of six bright blue flowers across … Read more
near Danish flat, just past yellow cat, the highway drops from the hills, flattens into an arrow pointed straight at the heart of nothing at all. my father was an Ohio farmboy, but always loved the desert would stand staring into it for hours from the edge of the motel parking … Read more
For Ken McLeod, teacher and friend- with thanks for his amazing book, An Arrow to the Heart, A Commentary on the Heart Sutra heaps of loose change in the drawer mason jars full of dusty lincolns the shine of the odd dime the rare, precious promise of a silver dollar savers- we are all Ananda … Read more
if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more
shortly after the apple the labeling began, all the this and that, the these and those, all the ins and outs – who decides? this discriminating mind as useful and as dangerous as a knife –what makes one bloom a flower and the next a weed? here is a power beyond all words– choose to … Read more
