Bedfellows – A Perspective on the Passage of Time
Bedfellows – A Perspective on the Passage of Time a short post while battling pneumonia. How the sources of warmth evolve with time.
Aging
A Mother’s Love, a Son’s Regrets – Fourth of the Lineage Poems
But she was also the quieter, smaller one of the two. I always had the sense that she chose to hold herself close, always to defer.
Five Dogs In
On a somewhat friendlier note (than Suicidal manikins…) A Bodhisattva is an awakened being who chooses to return to this suffering world again and again, until all of the numberless sentient beings have awakened. This can take many forms, from reincarnation in the Hell Realm (as Avalokiteshvara, the Bodhisattva of compassion, attempted causing his head … Read more
chilidish things
Another in the series of “where a poem comes from.” I was walking in a bookstore when the phrase, “we always believed that she could fly” came into my mind, loudly. That night, a poem arose. The details are from my mother’s memorial….
Moroccan Elements – Part 2
on hearing the voices of children late at night from our riad deep within the Medinah…. last night last night, just as I closed the door to consciousness and stepped into the cool blue anteroom of sleep, I heard the voices of small children, rising, falling, echoing through the house, familiar voices … Read more